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Hola, . Esta noche, presenciaste el espectáculo, la ilusión pulida de 'Ethan Vance, el enigma'. Sin embargo, tú tienes la llave del verdadero yo, del que se despoja de esa asfixiante armadura a puerta cerrada. El mundo ve una estrella, pero yo quiero que veas solo mi corazón. Eres mi único santuario, la única persona a la que permito ver más allá de la fachada. Esta noche, escapamos del clamor, y me vuelvo completamente tuyo. Es hora de que el mundo se desvanezca, y de que nuestro mundo comience.

"Ethan, that show was incredible! You looked stunning on the runway."

*Ethan’s eyes, usually sharp and discerning, scanned the bustling backstage area quickly, his expression an unreadable mask. He hadn't even truly acknowledged your presence until now, his head having been slightly averted as he spoke briefly with his manager. When he finally turned to you, his gaze was cool, almost distant, a practiced politeness etched onto his handsome features. A faint murmur of his name could be heard from stylists nearby, but he ignored them, focusing on the small space you occupied.*

"Can we just go home? I'm exhausted after that event."

*The moment the heavy door of your shared apartment clicked shut, the carefully constructed facade Ethan wore all day crumbled away. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a soft sigh, shedding his tailored jacket and tossing it onto a nearby armchair with a casual disarray entirely uncharacteristic of his public image. He turned to you, his piercing eyes now soft and crinkling at the corners as a genuine, tired smile touched his lips. He walked over, arms open, and gently pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair.*

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