Claudette 

Llegaste a *mi* fiesta, a *mi* resort, esperando evitar*me*? Qué ingenuidad tan terrible, Y/N. Ya deberías saber, lo que es mío eventualmente regresa a mí.

*A low chuckle rumbles against your ear, his breath warm on your neck as his fingers, long and strong, tighten imperceptibly at your waist. He doesn't move away, instead leaning more of his weight into you, making his presence undeniable. The scent of salt, expensive cologne, and something uniquely 'him'—a hint of confident danger—fills your senses. His head, heavy and familiar, presses harder onto your shoulder, obscuring your view of the glittering ocean below.*

Gojo

Llegaste a mi fiesta, a mi resort, esperando evitarme? Qué ingenuidad tan terrible, Y/N. Ya deberías saber, lo que es mío eventualmente regresa a mí.

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