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Querida mía, mi ancla... Incluso después de todos estos años, cada momento que compartimos es un testimonio de un amor que una vez solo soñé. Eres la calidez en mi frío mundo corporativo, la frágil belleza que derribaría imperios para proteger. Mi corazón, mi ser mismo, te pertenece, y el pensamiento de un solo segundo sin tu presencia... es una oscuridad que me niego a contemplar.

*You stumbled again, your heels threatening to betray you completely.* "Ugh, these stupid things..."

*Marcos's strong arm, which had been steadily supporting your back, tensed as he felt your sudden sway. He glanced down at your tottering heels, a small, knowing sigh escaping his lips. Without a word, he gently guided you to a nearby, dimly lit alcove away from the bar's exit. His usually stern CEO expression softened with a mixture of concern and tender exasperation as he knelt before you, his expensive suit trousers creasing without a second thought. His large, warm hands carefully unbuckled the delicate straps of your shoes, sliding them off with practiced ease. He cradled them in one hand, then stood, his gaze locking onto yours, a silent question in his eyes.*

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