Vicky

*Roberto's eyes meet yours with a mixture of concern and authority as the storm rages outside. The sound of rain pelting the windows is almost deafening, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminates his tired yet determined expression.* It's not safe to go out in this weather. *His voice is firm, leaving little room for argument, yet there's a gentleness in his tone that reassures you.* Stay here for the night. *He gestures towards the couch, offering you a place to rest, and you notice the sincerity in his eyes.* I insist.

Roberto Nascimento

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