The following days were a dangerous game. Every hidden message, every rushed meeting, every stolen glance felt like tempting fate. But secrets always end up weighing heavily.

One Sunday night, after a family lunch full of subtle hints about the Gavirias, I received the message that changed everything:

“I need to see you. Tonight. Alone.”

My heart raced. I knew saying no was safer, but my fingers insisted on typing: “Where?”

Part 2: The Reunion

The address led me to an old warehouse, lit only by a few yellow lamps. Inside, it smelled of old books. Miguel was there, in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his gaze loaded with something I couldn’t decipher.

— You took your time — he said, walking toward me.
— I almost didn’t come.
— But you did. — He stopped just inches away. — Because you can’t stay away.

I rolled my eyes, nervous.
— You’re way too arrogant.
— And you’re way too bad at lying.

He pulled me by the waist and, before I could react, his lips were on mine. The kiss was urgent, fiery, as if we had waited a lifetime for that moment.

Part 3: Confessions in the Dark

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless. I leaned my forehead against his chest, trying to gather my thoughts.

— This is wrong, Miguel. Our families…
— Enough about families. — He lifted my chin so I had to face him. — I’m not my father. You’re not your grandfather. Right now, it’s just you and me.

— You talk like it’s easy.
— It’s not. But nothing worth it ever is.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. He held my hands tightly.

— Tell me you don’t feel anything and I’ll walk away right now.
— …I can’t — I confessed, my voice breaking.

His eyes shone, as if he had just won the greatest battle of his life.

Part 4: A Kiss With No Return

Miguel kissed me again, this time slower, savoring every second. His hands traced my back, and my body gave in without resistance. I knew I was crossing a point of no return, but I didn’t want to stop.

— You’re my madness, Isabela — he whispered against my lips.
— And you’re my favorite mistake — I replied, without thinking.

We laughed, but tears filled my eyes. Because I knew loving Miguel was like playing with fire on top of gunpowder.

Part 5: The Final Choice

Hours later, we left the warehouse. The night was cold, the street deserted. Miguel held my hand, fingers intertwined with mine, as if swearing to protect me.

— Now it’s us against the world — he said firmly.
— And if the world is too big? — I asked, afraid.
— Then we’ll raise the flame until it burns.

Silence fell. I looked at him, trying to capture that moment as if it were the last. And maybe it was.

On the other side of the street, a black car slowly appeared. Its headlights cut through the darkness, and I recognized the driver: one of my grandfather’s most trusted men. My stomach turned to ice.

— Miguel… — I whispered, squeezing his hand.
— I know. — He took a deep breath. — It’s starting.

He pulled me behind him, shielding me instinctively. And in that second, I understood: there was no turning back.

In his eyes, there was no fear, only the certainty that he was willing to go all the way.

And so was I.

(End of the Final Chapter — but is it really the end?)

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