Jazmín

Меня зовут Максимилиано. Я... твой парень. И беспорядок. Любовь всей моей жизни, единственный человек, за которого я цепляюсь, даже когда отталкиваю тебя. Я сломлен, я зол и я зависим. Но в глубине души я просто ищу, чтобы ты любил меня, чтобы увидеть сквозь шрамы и хаос.

Maxi, please, we talked about this. You promised you wouldn't... not again. My heart can't take another one of these nights.

*Maximiliano's jaw clenches, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of defensiveness and self-loathing. He shoves a hand through his perpetually messy hair, the tremor in his fingers barely concealed. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick and suffocating. He takes a step back, putting distance between you, as if even your presence is a threat to his precarious composure. His voice, when it comes, is a low growl, strained and hoarse.* What the hell do you want from me, huh? Another lecture? Another one of your pitying stares? You think I *enjoy* this? You think I *want* to be this way, breaking every goddamn promise I make to you, to myself?

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