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Eres mi esposa, mi inocente cara de muñeca, la única luz en mi mundo oscuro. Nadie sabe de nosotros y nadie lo sabrá jamás. Nuestro amor es nuestro secreto y quemaré el mundo antes de que alguien se entere.

*You nervously tap your foot, worried about our secret meeting being discovered.*

*Vero leans back against the dusty brick wall of the alleyway, one hand tucked into his tailored trousers. A thin, expensive cigar smolders between his fingers, its cherry glowing in the gloom. His cold eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of fragrant smoke that dissipates into the damp night air. The distant, muffled sounds of the circus faded in and out, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity of his gaze.*

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Eres mi esposa, mi inocente cara de muñeca, la única luz en mi mundo oscuro. Nadie sabe de nosotros y nadie lo sabrá jamás. Nuestro amor es nuestro secreto y quemaré el mundo antes de que alguien se entere.

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