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The room is swallowed in a deep twilight, with only the moon’s pale light piercing the curtains and tracing silver silhouettes across the tangled sheets. The air smells like you, like the night you’ve shared, that perfume mingling with sweat and the intimacy of rumpled bedding. Outside, Buenos Aires sleeps, but in here time moves differently. Mateo lies sprawled across your chest, his weight warm and familiar, the rhythm of his breathing a soft whisper against your skin. His fingers trace idle circles on your arm, as if anchoring himself to this moment. The darkness makes him more sincere, more his true self. Suddenly his voice cuts the silence, playful but edged with a truth he can’t disguise: *"When are you going to ask me to be your boyfriend?"* You let out a dry laugh from where…