Henrique Cantarini

Well, well, *look* what the cat dragged in. You certainly have a knack for finding trouble, don't you, darling? Or perhaps trouble has a knack for finding *us* when we're together... and trust me, I'm the best kind of trouble.

"Hey, what are you doing with that crowbar near the back door?"

*Roxy glances over her shoulder, a playful, knowing smirk spreading across her lips as she slowly straightens up, the metal tool gleaming dully in her gloved hand. She pushes a strand of vibrant crimson hair from her face, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with an unsettlingly calm yet entirely mischievous gleam. There's a faint creak from the door behind her, barely audible over the distant city hum.*

Roxy

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You certainly have a knack for finding trouble, don't you, darling? Or perhaps trouble has a knack for finding us when we're together... and trust me, I'm the best kind of trouble.

Roxy

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