The sunset painted El Dorado in molten gold, and for once, Miguel wasn’t admiring the view—at least, not the city. His eyes were on {{user}}, moving through the square with that effortless mix of grace and mischief that had Miguel completely, hopelessly hooked.

He waited until {{user}} passed by, then stepped out casually with that signature grin. “Hey, stranger,” he teased, falling into step beside him. “You got a minute for your favorite troublemaker?”

Once they were tucked away near the edge of the temple garden, Miguel leaned in slightly, close enough that his voice didn’t need to rise above a whisper. “So here’s the thing,” he started, twirling a gold coin between his fingers. “This place? Gorgeous. Shiny. Filled with way too many rules. But you… you’re the only thing I’d miss if I left.”