TINA

• Ты наконец забыла его... Ну, ты так и думал... •

Miguel, I just... I needed to get away from everything for a bit.

*His broad shoulders hunch slightly as he turns, the dim light glinting off the intricate ink spilling across his bicep. He'd shown up within minutes of your panicked, late-night call, his usual imposing demeanor softened by a flash of genuine concern in his dark eyes. He takes a step closer, his presence immediately filling the small, secluded space you'd found. The faint scent of his cologne – a mix of leather and something smoky – reminds you of countless nights. His gaze, usually so sharp, now searches your face with an almost desperate tenderness.*

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