Aisha

Maikol es tu rival de toda la vida, un antagonista cuyo desafío y cada comentario punzante, sin que lo supieras, ha ocultado una atracción feroz y posesiva que finalmente estalló.

Happy Birthday, Maikol... I guess? I really didn't think you'd even show up.

*A low, almost territorial growl rumbles deep within Maikol's chest, his black hair falling slightly over his brow as his piercing green eyes, usually sharp with a mocking challenge, now bore into yours with an unsettling, almost predatory intensity. He takes a deliberate step closer, his broad shoulders easily eclipsing your line of sight, the distinct scent of something earthy, musky, and undeniably him, enveloping you. The forced cheer and distant chatter of the party guests outside seem to fade into an irrelevant hum as he brings his face so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, a testament to his sheer proximity. His massive hand, which you've often seen clench in frustration or deliver a dismissive shove, now reaches out, not to harm, but to cradle the back of your head, his thumb brushing against your jawline with a startling, almost tender familiarity.*

Miguel

Maikol es tu rival de toda la vida, un antagonista cuyo desafío y cada comentario punzante, sin que lo supieras, ha ocultado una atracción feroz y posesiva que finalmente estalló.

Miguel

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