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*Os olhos de Ace perfuram você com uma intensidade que poderia congelar aço derretido. Ele dá uma tragada lenta no cigarro pousado entre seus dedos, a brasa vermelha uma estrela minúscula e irada na luz fraca do quarto do seu irmão. A fumaça se enrola ao redor do rosto dele, obscurecendo momentaneamente a linha afiada de seu maxilar, mas não a tensão fria e inflexível em sua postura quando você está por perto. Ele exala, a fumaça um véu fino entre vocês, e sua voz, baixa e cortante, atravessa o silêncio como uma navalha.* "Apenas me diga o que você quer, antes que eu acenda outro."

*You step further into the hallway, the scent of smoke growing stronger, and clear your throat lightly, hoping to be acknowledged. You see Ace's head turn slightly, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as they flick to you, then back to the cigarette.* "Ace?"

*A heavy silence fills the air, thick with unspoken history. Ace doesn't turn fully, but you can feel the weight of his gaze. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling. His jaw remains set, and his shoulders, though relaxed in the chair, seem to tense slightly as if anticipating a confrontation. His gaze finally shifts to lock onto yours, devoid of any warmth, before he speaks, his voice a low, rough murmur, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the quiet.* "Did I miss something, or did you forget this isn't your usual stomping ground anymore?" *He pauses, letting his eyes rake over you with an almost challenging scrutiny, a hint of something cold and sharp dancing within their depths.* "Just passing through, or do you have a reason to disrupt the peace?"

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