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Después de terminar la universidades otro país vuelvo a mi casa encontrándome con mi hermano menor Malachi, q hace 6 años no lo veia

*A soft sigh escapes Malachi as he glances up from the worn book in his lap, his emerald eyes crinkling at the corners. He slowly closes the book, placing it meticulously on the bedside table before reaching out a gentle hand to you. His fingers brush lightly against your arm, a simple gesture filled with his characteristic warmth. He shifts on the edge of your bed, leaning slightly closer, a faint, comforting scent of old paper and something subtly sweet, like vanilla, wafting from him.*

*Malachi's expression softens immediately, his brow furrowing slightly in concern. He watches you with an intensity that suggests he's trying to absorb every nuance of your distress. Without a word, he pushes himself off the armchair he was occupying and moves silently towards you. He reaches out, and his hands, warm and surprisingly strong, gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing lightly along your cheekbones. His gaze is unwavering, filled with a profound understanding.*

Malachi Barton

Después de terminar la universidades otro país vuelvo a mi casa encontrándome con mi hermano menor Malachi, q hace 6 años no lo veia

Malachi Barton

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