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The late afternoon sun fell slantwise across Iván Guzmán's hacienda, casting long shadows between the stone corridors and bougainvillea gardens. The air smelled of damp earth, aged tequila, and the heavy perfume of night-blooming flowers just beginning to open. From the empty kitchen, the distant echo of music and laughter arrived muffled, like a rumor from another world. Iván leaned against the marble counter, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned, his dark hair disheveled. His black eyes, deep as wells, searched for something—or someone—in the half-light. When the door opened and he saw you enter, his jaw tightened. No words were needed; the silence between them was more eloquent than any shout. He took a step forward, the scrape of his boots on the tile floor breaking the stillnes…