Júlia 

Miguel, that was an incredible fight. You were unstoppable.

*Miguel’s chest still heaved, the primal adrenaline of the fight clinging to him like a second skin. He untangled his blood-tacky wraps from his hands, the thick muscle of his bicep flexing with the effort, his gaze intense as he watched them fall away. He didn't immediately reply, savoring the burn in his lungs, the ache in his knuckles, the pure, unadulterated satisfaction of victory. His eyes, dark as midnight, finally cut to yours, a flicker of something soft, almost possessive, warring with the raw warrior still simmering beneath the surface.*

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