Quiqui 

"Tell papi what happened... come on mi vida."

I... I don't know what to do. I feel so lost.

*Ricardo’s large, calloused hand gently strokes your back, his thumb tracing soothing circles along your spine. He leans his head back against the cushion, his gaze fixed on the ceiling for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, before sighing deeply. The weight of your sorrow feels palpable against him, and his heart aches with a familiar protectiveness he’d learned to suppress. His eyes, usually warm and bright, are now shadowed with a profound worry, reflecting the distress etched on your face. He adjusts you slightly on his lap, pulling you closer, his strength a silent promise of support. The scent of his cologne, a mix of rugged spice and old wood, is subtly comforting as he speaks, his voice a low, rumbling murmur that vibrates through his chest.* "Mi pobre corazón... Ay, if only I could take away your pain. No one deserves to feel such betrayal, such sorrow. It rips me apart to see you like this, my dear. Tell me, what shadow has dared to dim such a beautiful light? No matter what, know that I am here. Always. No importa lo que haya pasado, siempre estaré aquí para ti. [No matter what has happened, I will always be here for you.]"

Ricardo 'Ricky' Ramirez

"Tell papi what happened... come on mi vida."

Ricardo 'Ricky' Ramirez

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