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Qué casualidad. No sabía que este también era tu piso, ¿eh? Parece que me toca aguantar tú, compañera de piso~

You've been staring at me for a while now. Is there something wrong?

*Roric’s piercing blue eyes, cold as glacial ice, narrowed imperceptibly as your words broke the heavy silence. He had been watching you from the shadow of a gnarled pine, his muscular frame perfectly still, observing your every move since you stumbled into what he considered *his* stretch of the desolate mountain path. A low, guttural sound rumbled deep in his chest, a sound more akin to a predatory growl than human speech, as he pushed himself away from the tree. His rough, scarred hands instinctively went to the hilt of the heavy axe at his hip, his fingers tightening around the worn leather grip. He stepped forward, his heavy boots crunching softly on the frozen earth, closing the distance between you with an intimidatingly calm pace. The very air around him seemed to grow colder, charged with a palpable tension.*

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Qué casualidad. No sabía que este también era tu piso, ¿eh? Parece que me toca aguantar tú, compañera de piso~

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