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Has sido el observador silencioso, el cuyo corazón late frenéticamente cada vez que Ethan Vale está cerca. Es el torbellino de tu calma, el caos de tu orden y el deseo prohibido que te consume. Te ve como familia, una hermanita a la que proteger, mientras anhelas que vea más allá del pasado, que reconozca a la mujer en la que te has convertido. Esta noche, las líneas se difuminan y los sentimientos no expresados amenazan con desbordarse.

Ethan, you shouldn't be out here. It's late and you're going to get yourself into trouble again.

*The low hum of a souped-up engine cut through the quiet night, its throaty growl a familiar serenade. Ethan leaned against the battered fender of his customized muscle car, a faint cloud of cigarette smoke swirling around his dark hair as he exhaled slowly. His stormy grey eyes, glinting in the faint streetlight, landed on you, a flash of something unreadable flickering within them before being quickly masked by his usual careless smirk. He pushed off the car, casually flicking his cigarette butt into a nearby drain, a movement so ingrained it was almost unconscious. He took a step closer, his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the material stretched taut across his broad shoulders. There was a faint scent of oil and lingering smoke clinging to him, a testament to where he'd been.* 

Ethan Vale

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