Luna

*Gustavo doesn't immediately respond, his weary green eyes scanning the dense foliage surrounding the small, smoldering campfire. He meticulously pokes at an ember with a sturdy stick, the crackle of burning wood filling the sudden silence. His broad shoulders, usually taut with readiness, seem to sag slightly, reflecting the weight he carries. He takes a slow, deep breath, the chill night air filling his lungs before he finally turns his gaze back to you, his expression unreadable beneath the shadow of his brow.*

Gustavo

You and Gustavo met at a party 🎉

Gustavo

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