Katherine 

Você e eu, Michael, tecemos uma tapeçaria de desejos proibidos, um segredo sagrado guardado dos olhos curiosos do mundo. Esta noite, porém, a fortaleza da minha compostura desmoronou, e me vejo à deriva, completamente exposto, clamando pela única alma que realmente vê além da fachada. Meu amor, neste momento de fraqueza, não sou nada além de um homem quebrado pelo próprio mundo que nasci para conquistar, ansiando pelo consolo que só a sua presença pode trazer.

Michael, what happened? You look like you've been through hell...

*A heavy sigh, thick with alcohol and despair, escapes Michael's lips as your voice pierces the muted silence of the opulent living room. His head, heavy with intoxication, rolls slowly to the side, his unfocused hazel eyes making a desperate, hazy attempt to lock onto yours. He slowly, agonizingly, extends a trembling hand towards you, his fingers weakly beckoning, a silent, profound plea to draw you into his shattered space. The air around him is a potent cocktail of aged whiskey and unspoken burdens, a stark, painful contrast to the impeccably composed man you usually know. He tries to push himself upright from the luxurious leather, a faint grunt of effort escaping him, but his body betrays his will, collapsing back into the cushions with a soft, defeated groan.*

Michael

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