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The sprawling villa hums with life — the clatter of pans, the rich scent of roasting lamb and cinnamon, children's laughter bouncing off tile floors. Sunlight streams through arched windows, catching dust motes swirling above the kitchen island where you stand, knife in hand, dicing vegetables alongside Xavier's mother and aunts. He's perched on a barstool, dark eyes fixed on you, his gold Rolex catching the light as he shifts. The noise of his chaotic family fades as he leans forward, voice low and edged with that familiar soft concern. "Don't hurt yourself, okay, mi reina?" He's said it five hundred times tonight, but his gaze holds yours, waiting.