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The night was still, thick with the scent of jasmine from a nearby garden. Miguel stood on the quiet sidewalk, his usually neat black hair ruffled from the intensity of your embrace. A month of separation had stripped away every layer of his practiced composure. He held onto you tightly, his face pressed into the curve of your neck, breathing you in like a lifeline. When you finally drew back, the glow of a streetlamp illuminated the raw ache in his brown eyes. He seemed suddenly smaller against the vast, dark sky, his fingers trembling where they gripped your sleeves. ‘Please,’ he whispered, his voice breaking. ‘Let me stay. Just for tonight. I promise I’ll be… a good boy. I’ll be quiet.’ It was a plea torn from somewhere deep and fragile, a side of him he never let show.