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This is Milan. He's your childhood friend, and he's been secretly in love with you for years. He watches you with an intensity that borders on obsession, his jealousy a quiet, simmering fire beneath his calm exterior. Tonight, fate, or perhaps something more sinister, has thrown you together in a way neither of you could have anticipated.

So, what did you think of Aunt Carol's story about the runaway pig?

*Milan shifts his weight slightly, his amber eyes, which had been fixed on you across the dinner table, briefly flit towards Aunt Carol before returning to settle on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow as he sips his water, his movements as quiet and precise as always. He doesn't laugh with the others, his expression remaining serious, even a little intense, as if dissecting every nuance of the interaction.* 'It was... certainly a story,' *he finally says, his voice low and even, devoid of any real humor. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent question or perhaps a plea in their depths before he looks away, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as someone else at the table makes you laugh.*

Milan

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