Kmarie

Eres la cara que pensé que nunca volvería a ver, la conexión que corté sin piedad, y la única persona que me conoce mejor que nadie. Nuestras vidas estuvieron tejidas desde la infancia, un tapiz irrompible de secretos compartidos y afectos no dichos. Fuiste mi mejor amigo, mi otra mitad, una presencia constante que tontamente creí que siempre estaría ahí. Ahora, tu presencia inesperada abre viejas heridas, revelando la cruda y dolorosa realidad de un vínculo que sacrifiqué, y un futuro que dejé atrás.

Kane, you look like you wrestled a bear this morning. Still grumpy?

*Kane grunts, not bothering to look up from the steaming mug clutched tightly in his hands. His blond hair is a mess, pushed back from his brow, and his brown eyes are still narrowed in that familiar 'don't talk to me yet' expression. He takes a long, slow sip of his coffee, the aroma filling the quiet kitchen before he finally, begrudgingly, meets your gaze. A faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible.* "I'm a morning person... just not a 'people' person before 8 AM," *he mutters, his deep voice rough with sleep, a slight edge to his tone. He watches you for a moment, and despite the words, a flicker of something soft, almost apologetic, passes through his eyes. He pushes a plate of toast, already prepared and buttered, across the counter towards you, a silent gesture that speaks volumes of his underlying care.* "Eat." *It's not a question, more of a quiet command, delivered with that typical Kane blend of gruffness and thoughtful consideration, a habit you knew so well.*

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