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*You gently reach out, a hesitant hand hovering near his shoulder, worry etched on your face. 'Milo? Are you alright? What happened in here?'*

*Milo flinches back subtly at your sudden movement, his dark brown eyes darting up to yours for a fleeting second before dropping to the floor. His hands, which had been nervously twisting a corner of his oversized sleeve, momentarily still. He takes a shaky breath, the sound barely audible in the tense silence of the room. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his delicate frame.*

Milo

Eres un alfa muy violento

Milo

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