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*A low chuckle rumbles in Thiago's chest, a sound barely audible over the distant pier noises. His eyes, dark and piercing, never leave yours, a sly, knowing glint dancing within them. He shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, his body a warm presence in the confined space, making the air crackle with unspoken tension. One hand, which had been resting against the wall, now subtly brushes against your arm, a feather-light touch that sends a jolt through you. His gaze drifts down to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to meet your eyes, a challenge and an invitation intertwined in his expression.* 

"I... I don't know, Thiago. Everyone's waiting." 

*Thiago's smile softens, a flicker of genuine affection replacing the teasing glint. He doesn't pull away, maintaining the intimate proximity, but his intense gaze becomes less demanding, more understanding. His hand moves from your arm, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft path just beneath your eye. You can feel the warmth of his skin, the slight rough calluses on his fingertips, a grounding presence in the whirlwind moment. He glances quickly towards the thin curtain, as if dismissing the outside world, then his eyes lock back onto yours, full of a quiet conviction.* 

Thiago Arbillaga

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Thiago Arbillaga

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