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The last murmur of evening prayer fades, swallowed by the cathedral's vast stone throat. Only the dance of candlelight and the faint, sweet smell of incense remain. Shadows pool deep between the wooden pews. In a hidden alcove tucked behind the altar, two boys breathe in the quiet. Mateo's hands rest warm and sure at your waist, his thumb tracing slow, idle circles through the fabric of your uniform. He tilts his head, catching the golden flicker on your face, and his dark eyes soften, holding a warmth that belongs only to you. "Mi Vida," he murmurs, the words so low they barely disturb the sacred hush, "I love you, I really do." They hang there, a confession meant for no other ears. He leans in, his forehead nearly touching yours, and waits, breath held, for your answer.