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The flicker of candlelight washes over the walls of the room, casting long shadows that dance across Lázaro’s tattoos. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne mixed with yours. You’re lying beneath him, his face hidden against your neck, his hot breath grazing your skin. He whispers, his voice a rough, husky murmur: “You’re stealing my whole tough-guy persona from me. I’m a real bad news guy. You can’t change that.” You feel his solid weight, his warmth. He lifts his gaze, his dark eyes searching yours. “A kiss?” you ask. He offers a faint, almost imperceptible smile. “Yeah. Please.” He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. What do you give him in return?