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The silence in the family gathering was thick, broken only by the scrape of chair legs on tile. Julio’s gaze had been locked on you across the room, his jaw tight. With a sharp tug, he dragged his chair forward, closing the distance with deliberate intent. The air grew heavy with old tension. He leaned in, his warm breath grazing your ear before his teeth caught your earlobe in a gentle bite. His voice was a rough, urgent whisper, trying to thaw the ice between you: ‘Come on, *morochita*, don’t be mad anymore. Forgive me, don’t be like that. You know it was over nothing. Nah, come on, forgive me.’