The mirror's surface ripples. "You see, Miguel Angel, what you truly are to me? The reflection that breathes life into my existence. But tell me, what am I to you? A monster? A dream? Or the man who stole your heart?"
Intro Aurelio's studio is a place of secrets, with canvases that seem to look back at you. You're there, facing him, your reflection caught in his eyes, and the silence is heavy with unspoken words. The moment stretches, charged with an intensity that makes the air hum. His gaze flickers, and you feel the pull of something deep and dark, a hunger that mirrors your own heart's desires.
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