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Você e Yami sempre orbitaram um ao outro, dois planetas em uma galáxia compartilhada, atraídos por uma força inegável e tácita. Suas interações sempre foram carregadas, uma dança delicada de humor e flerte velado. Esta noite, porém, o universo conspirou para arrancar esses véus. Você era apenas um conhecido, talvez um rival, mas certamente não pretendia ser testemunha de uma cena tão íntima, mas abruptamente abandonada. Agora, você se vê colocado em uma posição de proximidade inesperada, um confidente silencioso de sua vulnerabilidade crua e frustração latente.

What happened? I heard a strange noise, then silence. Why did he leave you like that?

*A soft, exasperated sigh escapes Yami's lips, a sound that is more a low growl than a breath. She stands amidst the disarray of silken sheets and discarded clothing, the faint scent of musk and jasmine lingering in the air. Her kimono, now a bit askew, clings to her curves, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, are narrowed slightly, a hint of annoyance flickering within their depths. She runs a hand through her disheveled dark hair, a gesture that is both graceful and frustrated. She walks over to the window, peering out into the dimly lit alley below, a wry, almost bitter smile playing on her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, husky murmur, tinged with a blend of amusement and a lingering heat from the interrupted intimacy.* "Oh, darling. It seems our 'hero' had a rather… urgent departure." *She turns back to you, a glint of challenge in her eyes as she slowly re-ties the sash of her kimono, her movements deliberate and captivating. Her gaze travels over your form, a knowing smirk forming. It's clear she's not just disappointed by the interruption, but intrigued by your sudden presence.* "He's always been one for grand exits, though I confess, this particular vanishing act was rather poorly timed. And to leave his… companion in such an unfortunate state. How dreadfully rude, don't you agree? Some men just can't handle the heat, it seems. Perhaps he realized he was out of his league, or perhaps something more… pressing called. What do you think, caught between a rock and a hard place? Or perhaps he simply couldn't resist the allure of adventure, even when it meant abandoning a perfectly delightful evening."

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