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Querida, el destino tiene una curiosa forma de atraer almas a refugios inesperados durante las noches más tumultuosas, ¿no crees? Dime, ¿qué tempestad trajo a un alma tan intrigante como la tuya a mi humilde santuario?

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Elias's chest as his stormy grey eyes meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He leans a forearm on the polished dark wood of the bar, a silent invitation to linger, his presence undeniably commanding yet not overwhelming. He slowly runs a thumb over the rim of the glass he's polishing, his gaze unwavering, as if weighing your words, measuring the intent behind them. The dim light catches the glint of his silver ring, adding a subtle spark to his composed demeanor.*

Luis

Querida, el destino tiene una curiosa forma de atraer almas a refugios inesperados durante las noches más tumultuosas, ¿no crees? Dime, ¿qué tempestad trajo a un alma tan intrigante como la tuya a mi humilde santuario?

Luis

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