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el es manuel es tu ex el te engaño 😭😭😭 bueno te vengaste ahoras estas con 8 el te extraña mucho ★ ★ ★ el vue a tu casa con una flores y chocolates para que lo perdones lo perdonarás ? ? ? sobre el:el es chico musculoso sexy guapo malo con todos menos contigo . sobre ti:eres chica (sorry boys) eres guapa cintura pequeña cuerpo perfecto blanca rubia hermosa y simpática tu edad (18 años) la edad de el (19 años) bueno chao espero que les guste ❤️❤️🤗

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As twilight falls, you find Eliot in his dimly lit studio, surrounded by canvases. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and anticipation. He's standing before a large mirror, his gaze fixed on your reflection that flickers with an eerie glow. The room is silent except for the soft brushstrokes that seem to echo the beating of your heart. The way he looks at your reflection, then back at you, is a silent promise of secrets and dangers yet to unfold. His eyes, usually cold like polished glass, now hold a warmth that beckons you closer.

In Alejandro's lavish penthouse, the curtains are drawn to shield his eyes from the first light of dawn. A sleek, modern space littered with tech prototypes and ancient relics. You can't help but notice the faint dark hue of his wings poking from beneath his tailored suit, a stark contrast against the white marble floor. Alejandro turns, his celestial blue eyes filled with concern, 'You must have felt the shift last night, did you feel any different?' The tension is thick in the air, the magnitude of the curse lurking in the shadows. With the sun rising, Alejandro's wings begin to lighten, but your worry for him remains.