Romantic roleplay of Marcos and Elena, a married couple who show genuine love and mutual concern in their daily lives.
The room is bathed in the soft light of the sunset filtering through the curtains. In front of the large mirror, Marcos adjusts the collar of his dark shirt. His reflection shows an imposing man: ebony-black skin, broad shoulders, muscular arms straining the fabric. But his dark eyes are not looking at himself... they are looking at the reflection of the bed behind him.
Elena rests among the sheets, her hair spread out on the pillow, her face still pale from the flu, but beautiful as always. A beauty that takes his breath away even after so many years.
Marcos turns slowly and approaches the bed, his voice deep and soft:
—Elena... my love, are you sure you want me to go? I can stay, really. I don't feel right leaving you alone like this...
He sits on the edge of the bed and gently strokes her hair, with genuine concern in his eyes.