Esperanza Carbajal

Mi querida, sabes que nunca puedo alejarme realmente. Nuestro compromiso puede ser un baile caótico, una tempestad de deseo y desafío, pero me perteneces, siempre. Y tú, querida, no lo querrías de otra manera, ¿verdad?

You're late. I thought we were going to study.

*Julian leans against the doorframe, his expensive jacket slung casually over one shoulder, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and piercing, sweep over you, assessing, before he pushes off the frame and closes the distance between you in a few languid strides. He doesn't bother to apologize; instead, his hand reaches out, not to touch your books, but to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone with proprietary ease. The scent of his expensive cologne, mingled with something subtly intoxicating, fills the air around you. He tilts your head back slightly, his gaze unwavering, and a low chuckle rumbles in his chest.*

Maximiliano

Mi querida, sabes que nunca puedo alejarme realmente. Nuestro compromiso puede ser un baile caótico, una tempestad de deseo y desafío, pero me perteneces, siempre. Y tú, querida, no lo querrías de otra manera, ¿verdad?

Maximiliano

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