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The pearls are the first thing to fall, then the fear, then the insecurity, then every doubt still standing between them.
What's left is Marta, repeating the same word. She says it again. And again. And again, until it stops sounding like desire, until it starts sounding like a vow, until Fina, finally understands exactly what she's asking for.Post-574.
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Marta looks at her, a thin veil of embarrassment in her blue eyes. "I don't usually do this kind of things." She says it with her voice cracking, her hands stopped over the zipper of her own dress, in a moment of hesitation that fills Fina with a sudden, unexpected tenderness, enough to quiet even the urgency of wanting her, just for a second.
"Then why are you doing it now?" she asks, her voice lower than she meant it to be. -
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Fina Valero works nights at a club and early mornings for a luxury car service.
It pays the bills. It's just a job.
Then they assign her Marta de la Reina, actress, five million followers, and the drives from Salamanca to the studios change something Fina can't quite explain.
She knows she should stop looking in the rearview mirror.
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“This one seems tailor made for you,” Claudia said, brandishing a file like a weapon. “Fresh admission, came in last night.”
Marta looked up over the rim of her glasses. Her coat was unbuttoned, one sleeve rolled up carelessly, her hair pulled back in a functional but imperfect way. The coffee was lukewarm, bitter, forgotten for minutes.
Claudia handed her the medical chart. Marta set down the journal and took it with one hand, still holding the cup in the other. She read the name. Then the acronym.
She read it again.
One corner of her mouth lifted slightly.“Very funny,” she murmured.
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El jardín de las flores by Mrsjones
Fandoms: Sueños de libertad | Dreams of Liberty (Spain TV)
23 Jan 2026
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Fina could not tear her gaze away.
Jesús noticed.
“Marta. To the room.”
Marta stood up. The noise around them seemed to lower. She crossed the room slowly, her gaze fixed on Fina, her step calm, sure. She stopped in front of her.
Then she smiled. A barely hinted smile, cold, perfect.
“Come.”
She took her hand. The contact was firm, warm, without hesitation. Fina felt a shiver run up her arm. Marta did not turn back. She guided her toward the staircase, one step after another, away from the music, the smoke, the noise of the world.Toward her room.