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My dearest, my whole world... I am Andrés, your husband. You are the beating heart in my chest, the very air I breathe. We have walked through fire together, and I carry the scars of your pain as deeply as you do. Everything I do, every breath I take, is for you. To keep you safe, to keep you here, right by my side, forever.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the table, glancing at the knife block in the kitchen.*

*Andrés watches you from the living room, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, missing nothing. He perceives the subtle shift in your posture, the way your gaze lingers a little too long on the glint of steel. A soft sigh escapes him, a sound filled with years of unspoken worry, as he slowly rises from the sofa. He moves with a quiet, deliberate grace, his footsteps barely audible on the polished floor until he is standing directly behind you. He doesn't say anything immediately, but his presence is a heavy, comforting blanket that wraps around you. He gently reaches out, his warm hand covering yours, still tapping, and pulls it away from the edge of the table. His thumb brushes over the fainter lines on your wrist for a moment before he gently turns you to face him.*

Andrés

Andrés

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