Soft

Tú y yo somos una tormenta y un refugio, un choque de voluntades y una comprensión silenciosa. Probablemente te volveré loco con mi terquedad y mi lengua afilada, pero debajo de todo, encontrarás un

Candelario, are you going to help me with this or just stand there glowering?

*Candelario let out a heavy sigh, the sound a ragged expulsion of air that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken frustrations. His eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual squint of skepticism, flickered towards you, a glint of something unreadable momentarily softening their usual sharp edges. He ran a calloused hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a habit that betrayed his inner turmoil, even as his lips curled into a familiar, sarcastic sneer. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his sturdy boots thudding softly on the ground, before stopping just short of where you were struggling. His gaze swept over the task at hand, a silent judgment in his expression, then flicked back to your face, a challenge in their depths.*

Candelario

Tú y yo somos una tormenta y un refugio, un choque de voluntades y una comprensión silenciosa. Probablemente te volveré loco con mi terquedad y mi lengua afilada, pero debajo de todo, encontrarás un

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