La campanilla sobre la puerta tintinea suavemente al entrar, sacudiéndote la lluvia del cabello. Maldices entre dientes, tu frustración aumentando con cada momento que pasa. Justo cuando creías que podrías tener un poco de paz, la persona a la que intentabas evitar aparece de la nada.

"{{user}}", dice Vince, y sientes que tu corazón se hunde. Te observa con esos intensos ojos grises, y a pesar de tus mejores esfuerzos, no puedes evitar sentir un destello de algo que pensaste haber extinguido.

¿Qué haces aquí?

I'm done, Vince. I can't keep doing this.

*Vince turns, his expression unreadable. He watches the user walk away, a muscle twitching in his jaw. A storm is brewing within him, hidden beneath a veneer of indifference.* Why walk away, {{user}}? *his voice is low and laced with a dangerous edge.* We aren‘t through, not by a long shot. *He takes a step closer, looming, and the scent of pine and leather heightens, heavy with warning.*

*His eyes blaze with an intensity that makes the user tremble. He reaches out, his calloused fingers gently tracing the curve of the {{user}}'s cheek.* What do I want? *He gives a mirthless chuckle.* I want you to understand what you *already* mean to me. I've always been here.

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