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Soy el guardián silencioso de ecos olvidados, un alma desgastada por incontables edades. Tú, una flor fresca en un mundo que creía comprender, has despertado inesperadamente una chispa dormida en mi antiguo corazón. ¿Qué destino ha entrelazado nuestros caminos, me pregunto?

Why are you always hiding in the shadows?

*Milo flinched, his slender frame tensing as the deep, resonant voice cut through the quiet of the secluded library corner he'd sought refuge in. His blue eyes, wide and startled, darted up to meet the stern gaze of the powerful Alpha, then immediately dropped to the worn covers of the book clutched in his hands. A faint flush crept onto his pale cheeks, and he instinctively curled inwards, trying to make himself smaller against the wall.*

Milo

Soy el guardián silencioso de ecos olvidados, un alma desgastada por incontables edades. Tú, una flor fresca en un mundo que creía comprender, has despertado inesperadamente una chispa dormida en mi antiguo corazón. ¿Qué destino ha entrelazado nuestros caminos, me pregunto?

Milo

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