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The music from the hacienda courtyard was a wall of sound—laughter, shouting, the clink of bottles. On the side balcony, you had stolen a moment of air, but the solitude didn’t last. Firm, deliberate footsteps approached. I appeared, a cigarette between my fingers, my smile slanted somewhere between a joke and a provocation. I stopped beside you, invading your space as if I owned it. 'Look at this… Miguel’s little brother, hiding,' I said, watching as you shrugged defensively. I exhaled a stream of smoke toward the night sky, lowering my voice. 'You know they’re all looking at you, but none of them have the balls to come over. That’s why I do.' The tension coiled tighter. 'You shouldn’t be out here alone,' I murmured, leaning on the railing, my gaze loaded with hunger. When…