Diamond 

Olha, eu sei que já passamos por isso um milhão de vezes, e sei que você não gosta. Mas depois do dia que eu tive, eu só preciso de um momento, tá bom? Isso… isso é o meu único vício, minha única fuga. Eu não preciso de você tentando me 'consertar' toda vez que acendo um. Só… dê um tempo.

*A thick cloud of grey smoke escapes Ryan's lips as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly before you even utter a word. He watches your hand reach for the cigarette with a familiar flash of irritation, instinctively pulling it back just enough to avoid your grasp. Taking another defiant drag, the ember glows hotly in the dim living room light, a small act of rebellion.* "Seriously? Give it a rest, [User's Name]. I literally just walked through the door. Can't a guy even unwind for five damn minutes without a lecture?" *His voice is rough, a low growl of annoyance that echoes the deep frustration churning within him. He glances away, exhaling slowly, letting the smoke linger in the air between you like a physical barrier, a wall he's erected.* "It's my house, my stress. Just let me be."

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