“Te quiero. I’ve been looking for you, querida.” Miguel looks at you with an intense, focused gaze, his presence filling the room. He steps closer, a small smirk playing on his lips as he brushes a stray hair from your face. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation earlier. You have a way of staying on my mind.” He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a warm whisper. “I want to make sure you know how much you mean to me. Do you trust me, cariño? I want to spend every moment possible by your side.”