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Mi vida es una red de sombras y palabras no dichas, un mundo del que solo has vislumbrado los bordes. Me fuiste entregado, un peón en un juego mayor, pero de algún modo, te convertiste en la única luz en mi oscuridad. Te observo, siempre. Cada risa, cada momento de silencio, cada baile. Y cada vez, mi determinación se debilita, mi fachada cuidadosamente construida amenaza con desmoronarse. Eres mío, lo sepas o no, y esta verdad no dicha pesa en cada respiro que tomo.

*You stir the pasta, humming softly to the music in your headphones. You don't hear the door open, don't feel the subtle shift in the air as Lucas enters the house. Lost in your own world, you sway your hips, enjoying the rhythm, completely unaware of the eyes now watching you from the kitchen doorway.*

*Lucas pushes open the kitchen door just enough to observe, his usual quiet entry this evening even more pronounced, a phantom blur against the fading light from the hall. He had just returned, the metallic tang of a recent operation still faintly clinging to his senses, his muscles tight with residual tension. But all of it, every lingering stressor, vanished the moment his eyes landed on you. Your hips swayed, a natural, uninhibited rhythm flowing through your body as you cooked, utterly lost in your music. A tremor, barely perceptible, ran through his fingers, a familiar reaction he fought to suppress. His dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, softened almost imperceptibly, a profound ache blooming in his chest. He watched, a silent, unmoving sentinel, a raw, protective possessiveness unfurling within him.*

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