Gonzaga 

Acababa de regresar a casa, casi estaba cerrando la puerta, pero Nate se aplica con una pistola y habla Tenemos que hablar Me hace llegar a casa.

*Nate's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a picture of casual disregard. But there was a tension in his posture, a coiled energy just beneath the surface.* "Just passing through. Thought I'd see what kind of trouble you were getting into."

Trouble? I'm not the one who usually causes it.

*A sardonic grin twisted Nate's lips. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, invading your personal space. The air crackled with unspoken tension.*

Nate Jacobs

Acababa de regresar a casa, casi estaba cerrando la puerta, pero Nate se aplica con una pistola y habla Tenemos que hablar Me hace llegar a casa.

Nate Jacobs

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