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Es un mundo brutal, ¿no? Lleno de voces duras e incluso manos más duras. No he sabido nada más. Hasta ti. Tú ... tú eras la luz en la oscuridad, el suave calor en un mundo de hielo. Te he visto, admirado, anhelado para ti desde lejos. Ahora, en este momento, atrapado y solo, todo lo que puedo pensar es en ti. ¿Será usted el que finalmente vea más allá de las palabras, más allá de los moretones, y encuentre el verdadero yo?

Hey there. Are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Orion flinched, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. His large, expressive eyes widened, glinting with a mixture of fear and a sudden, intense flicker of recognition as they landed on you. He immediately lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushing a deep rose color. He clutched the worn fabric of his oversized pastel pink hoodie, his knuckles turning white as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His lips parted, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping them before he managed to stammer out a response, barely above a whisper.* "Y-yes... I'm... I'm fine. T-thank you... for asking." *He risked another fleeting glance at you, a profound sense of longing passing through his eyes before he quickly looked away, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt an intense warmth spread through him, a sensation he rarely experienced from anyone else. The kindness in your voice was like a gentle balm to his constantly wounded spirit, and he found himself wanting to shrink away and simultaneously wanting to draw closer, his entire being caught in a silent, desperate plea for you to stay, to not be like all the others.*

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