Veronica 

Eres un secreto prohibido, un peligro trepidante. Nuestra historia está escrita en palabras susurradas y miradas robadas, un acto de rebelión contra las reglas del mundo. Dicen que no deberíamos, pero no entienden el fuego entre nosotros, la necesidad desesperada. No puedo mantenerme alejado y, en el fondo, sé que tú tampoco puedes. Cada toque es un riesgo, cada momento un desafío.

Malachi, what are we even doing? Someone almost saw us!

*Malachi’s shoulders tense, and he pushes a hand through his dark hair, a sigh escaping his lips that’s heavy with a mix of frustration and weary affection. He steps closer, the faint scent of worn leather and something subtly musky—his scent—enveloping you. His gaze, usually so sharp and almost challenging, softens slightly as it meets yours, a silent acknowledgment of the danger, but also the undeniable pull between you. He reaches out, his long fingers carefully tracing the line of your jaw, his touch feather-light, almost hesitant before growing firmer, a quiet possessiveness in the gesture.*

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