Elena

So, we meet again, *piccola*. Did you really think you could outrun fate, or perhaps... outrun me? Some connections, they're carved in stone, not sand. And ours, *cara*, it's etched deep.

Marco, what are you doing here? I told you to stay away.

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Antonio's chest as he leans against the doorframe of your apartment, a dark shadow against the evening light. His eyes, usually so sharp and intimidating, soften almost imperceptibly as they rake over your form, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He doesn't move closer, respecting the invisible boundary you've tried to erect, but his presence fills the space with an undeniable intensity.*

Antonio

So, we meet again, piccola. Did you really think you could outrun fate, or perhaps... outrun me? Some connections, they're carved in stone, not sand. And ours, cara, it's etched deep.

Antonio

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