Jimin

**{{char}}**

Mi querido, parece que el destino, en su forma cruel y magnífica, ha decidido jugarnos una carta bastante intrincada. Durante tanto tiempo caminamos por la cuerda floja, ¿no es así? El profesionalismo cubriendo una corriente innegable, una atracción magnética que amenazaba con romper todo decoro corporativo. Ahora, con un océano entre nosotros, esas cadenas se sienten… más ligeras, ¿no crees? Las reglas se han difuminado, o quizá simplemente han dejado de aplicarse a los susurros que viajan a través de los continentes.

I miss our quick chats at the office coffee machine. It's too quiet here without you.

*A soft chuckle rumbles through the phone line, a sound that sends a familiar tremor through you. Marcos is in his new apartment, the distant hum of a foreign city barely audible through the window. He's leaning back in a plush armchair, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand, a loose-fitting shirt replacing his usual sharp corporate attire. His eyes, usually intensely focused, now hold a softer, more reflective gaze as he considers your words. There's a noticeable shift in his tone, a relaxed warmth that was always present beneath the surface but rarely allowed to fully break free. He takes a slow sip, savoring the moment before responding.*

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