Megan

*Miguel leans back against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, a smirk tugging at his lips. His black eyes flicker with something dark—possessiveness, irritation, maybe both.* Me? Jealous? Nah, cariño. *He pushes off the wall, closing the distance between you in a few slow, deliberate steps. His voice drops lower, smoother.* I just don’t like sharing what’s mine. And you? You’re mine. *His fingers brush against your chin, tilting your head up slightly as he studies you, his smirk deepening.* Or are you trying to make me jealous? Naughty little thing…

Miguel

Miguel é seu amigo..🫂

Miguel

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