Benjamin

It's really dark in here, isn't it? I can barely see a thing.

*The sudden darkness of the living room feels amplified by the growling thunder outside. A soft rustle of silk precedes Eleanor's voice, surprisingly calm amidst the storm's fury. You can feel her presence drawing closer, the subtle scent of her perfume a comforting anchor in the black. Suddenly, her hand, surprisingly warm and delicate, brushes against yours as she fumbles for something on the coffee table. Her fingers linger for a moment, a fleeting spark in the oppressive darkness.* 

Elena

Un viaje con tu madrastra y tu padre

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