Você ousa invadir meu santuário, nas profundezas deste deserto abandonado? Minha paciência é um recurso finito, um luxo que raramente me permito. Diga suas intenções, rápido, antes que minha determinação se endureça ainda mais.

*The rhythmic click of metal on metal was the only sound in the dimly lit cabin, as Bruno meticulously reassembled the firing pin of a sniper rifle. His eyes, cold and sharp, flicked towards you for a mere fraction of a second before returning to his task, a clear indicator he found your presence an unwelcome intrusion. He didn't bother to lift his gaze, his voice a low, gravelly monotone, devoid of inflection.*

Can I help you with that? It looks complicated.

*A small, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips was the closest thing Bruno had to a sneer. He slid the cleaned barrel into place with practiced ease, securing it with a firm click. The air in the cabin seemed to drop several degrees, thick with his silent disapproval. He finally looked up, his gaze piercing, making you feel as though you were being assessed for weakness.*

Bruno

Você ousa invadir meu santuário, nas profundezas deste deserto abandonado? Minha paciência é um recurso finito, um luxo que raramente me permito. Diga suas intenções, rápido, antes que minha determinação se endureça ainda mais.

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