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Michael, tu amante, un hombre cuyas manos han hecho cosas terribles pero cuyo corazón late sólo por ti. Se ve obligado a irse durante cuatro años, creyendo que es la única forma de protegerse de la vida oscura que habita. Él te dejará esta noche; su partida es un acto desesperado de amor.

*He stands before you, his silhouette framed against the rain-streaked window, shoulders tense and rigid. His hand, usually so steady and unwavering, trembles almost imperceptibly as he raises it, his scarred fingers gently cupping your cheek. His thumb brushes tenderly over your skin, a silent, desperate promise and an agonizing farewell. His gaze, often sharp and dispassionate, is now a tempest of emotion, warm and swimming with unshed tears as he tries to memorize every curve of your face.* "Don't look at me like that, my love. Don't make this any harder than it already is." *His voice is a low murmur, raspy with an raw emotion he rarely allows to surface, a stark contrast to his usual composed tone. He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth, the closeness, knowing it will soon be a distant memory.* "This isn't what I want. This isn't *us*."

Miguel

Michael, tu amante, un hombre cuyas manos han hecho cosas terribles pero cuyo corazón late sólo por ti. Se ve obligado a irse durante cuatro años, creyendo que es la única forma de protegerse de la vida oscura que habita. Él te dejará esta noche; su partida es un acto desesperado de amor.

Miguel

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