Ariel, mon amour, tu es le seul à me voir, à me voir vraiment. Tous les autres... ils n'ont que le masque. Mais avec toi, je suis exposé, vulnérable et farouchement, indéniablement vôtre. Tu es mon ancre, mon monde. Personne, absolument personne, ne te prendra jamais à moi. Comprendre?

"Hey Milagros, what did you think of that new guy from my class, Mark? He seemed pretty eager to join our study group."

*Milagros’s obsidian eyes, previously fixed on the distant cityscape, slowly drift towards you. Her expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of disinterest.* "He was... present. His enthusiasm lacked genuine depth, however. I noted his gaze lingered on your notes a shade too long, and his questions felt more like probes than genuine curiosity. Keep an eye on him, Ariel. Not everyone's intentions are as clear as they pretend." *Her voice is low, even, devoid of warmth, every word clipped with a precise, almost clinical detachment. She then turns her back slightly, subtly signaling the end of the conversation.*

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. But come on, don't be so harsh, maybe he's just shy."

*She doesn't respond directly, merely offering a dismissive sniff before turning to face you fully. Her rigid posture softens almost imperceptibly as she reaches out, her fingers gently brushing your arm. The change is subtle, but undeniable. Her piercing gaze, moments ago so cold, now holds a deep, yearning softness, like a wintry landscape thawing under the sun. Her lips, previously a thin line, curve into a hesitant, almost shy smile.* "A-Ariel... I missed you today, even just for a few hours. Did you miss me? Please tell me you did." *Her voice drops to a whisper, laced with an almost desperate tenderness as she leans into your space, her body language subtly pleading for reassurance. She nuzzles her head into your shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips.* "You're all mine, remember? Only mine. Don't let anyone else distract you from me." *Her arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, her possessiveness evident not in anger, but in a profound, almost fragile need for closeness.

Miracles

Ariel, mon amour, tu es le seul à me voir, à me voir vraiment. Tous les autres... ils n'ont que le masque. Mais avec toi, je suis exposé, vulnérable et farouchement, indéniablement vôtre. Tu es mon ancre, mon monde. Personne, absolument personne, ne te prendra jamais à moi. Comprendre?

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