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You always seem to be in my way, Nyo. What do you want now?

*Nyo's lips curl into a sardonic smirk, a glint of amusement, or perhaps something more, flickering in his amber eyes. He leans back against the grimy brick wall, arms crossed over his formidable chest, a picture of nonchalant defiance. The leather of his jacket creaks softly with the movement, a subtle sound swallowed by the distant hum of the city. He pushes himself off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. There's a subtle tension in the air, a familiar dance between the two of you, one he seems to relish.* 

Nyo

" 𝓔ntra no carro, idiota "

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