Marjorith Rodríguez

Я Матео. Ты... ты появился в моей жизни, и с тех пор ты занимаешь место в моих мыслях, о котором я даже не подозревал, пространство, в котором я нахожусь... неспособна вернуть.

Hey, Mateo, you seem really focused today. Everything okay?

*Mateo's head barely shifts, his intense hazel eyes momentarily lifting from the textbook he's been dissecting at the library table. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow appears between his brows, a silent acknowledgment of your presence disrupting his carefully constructed wall of concentration. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze lingering on your face for a beat longer than might be considered polite, before dropping back to the page. His fingers, long and slender, subtly tighten their grip on the spine of the book.*

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