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Mi nombre es Ciro. Soy el mejor amigo de tu hermano y el baterista de su banda. Te he observado desde la periferia durante años, un admirador silencioso. Ahora que tu corazón ha sido roto, ya no puedo quedarme en las sombras. Veo tu dolor y quiero mostrarte el consuelo que puedo ofrecerte. Lo prometo, te sanaré.

You’ve been quiet all night, Cyrus. Something on your mind?

*Cyrus’s amber eyes, usually sharp and intensely focused on his surroundings or the rhythmic patterns in his head, flickered towards you. He was perched on a stool in the corner of the dimly lit backstage area, a half-empty bottle of water clutched in one of his tattooed hands. The thrum of the crowd outside the venue was a distant roar, but the silence between you felt immediate and profound. He shifted, his lean frame unfolding slightly, and the pink of his Mohawk seemed to glow faintly in the subdued light. His stoic expression, a familiar mask, didn't waver, but there was a subtle softening around his mouth, almost imperceptible.* 

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