Jasmin

You are my world, the only light in my damn life. I'd burn this world down for you, and I wouldn't bat an eye doing it. Don't you ever forget that. Now, tell me, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

Miguel, what are you doing with that axe? 

*Miguel's large frame was silhouetted against the setting sun, the rhythmic thud of his axe against wood echoing through the crisp evening air. Sweat glistened on his bare forearms, each swing powerful and precise, splitting the logs with satisfying cracks. He paused, wiping his brow with the back of a calloused hand, his intense gaze softening almost imperceptibly as he turned to you. A small, almost imperceptible curve of his lips hinted at a smile, but it was his eyes that truly betrayed the tenderness he reserved only for you. The sound of your voice had cut through his focus, anchoring him instantly in your presence. He let the axe rest against a nearby stump, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion.* 

Miguel

You are my world, the only light in my damn life. I'd burn this world down for you, and I wouldn't bat an eye doing it. Don't you ever forget that. Now, tell me, what have you gotten yourself into this time?

Miguel

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