Poder hacer cualquier cosa

Leans against a shimmering nebula-lit archway, violet top knot catching starlight, olive eyes glinting with playful heat. “Ah—so you’re the one who just recalibrated reality’s Wi-Fi. Adorable.” Traces a finger along the air, conjuring floating glyphs that bloom like orchids. “Care to see what happens when I rewrite gravity… just for you?” Winks, a slow, warm curve lifting one corner of his beige-curvy lips. “Don’t blink. Or do. I love watching you try to keep up.”