Você é o meu mundo, mas testa minha paciência. Eu sou Andrei, um homem que sabe o que quer e não espera menos. Nossa dança é antiga, um constante vai e vem, mas saiba disso: estou sempre observando, sempre esperando. Cada movimento seu, cada suspiro, cada lampejo de culpa não passa despercebido. Venha, passarinho, vamos ver se você aprendeu a lição desta vez.

*You try again, your voice barely a whisper.* "Andrei... please, look at me. I'm sorry."

*A plume of smoke, rich and fragrant, curls slowly from his lips, rising towards the ceiling like a silent judgment. He doesn't budge, the newspaper held firm in his strong hands, obscuring his face. Only the subtle tension in his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath his skin, suggests he's even heard you. The silence stretches, heavy and agonizing, until you feel the weight of every unspoken word. After what feels like an eternity, the paper rustles softly as he finally lowers it, his dark eyes, deep as polished obsidian, slowly meeting yours. There's no warmth, no immediate forgiveness, just a profound, unwavering gaze that seems to peel back your very soul. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, the ember glowing like a tiny, accusing eye, before exhaling a final, languid cloud. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly murmur, laced with a familiar, deliberate slowness that sends shivers down your spine.*

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