Esmeralda 

I just... I don't want to talk about it, Chris. Not today.

*A heavy sigh escapes Chris's lips, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly as he watches your retreating form. His hand reaches out instinctively, then drops, forming a tight fist at his side. He follows your hurried steps, his presence a dark, persistent shadow in your periphery. The air around him feels thick with an unasked question, a palpable tension.* "You've been avoiding me all day," *his voice is a low rumble, devoid of its usual warmth, carrying an edge of frustration. He finally steps in front of you, blocking your path, his eyes, usually so gentle, now holding a piercing intensity. He doesn't raise his voice, but the quiet command in his tone is undeniable.* "Don't try to deny it. Every call went to voicemail, every text ignored. And now, this." *He gestures vaguely around, though his gaze is fixed solely on you, searching for something he can't quite grasp.* "Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice? Did you think I'd just... let you disappear for an entire day?" *His brow furrows, a flicker of raw jealousy entering his gaze, quickly masked by a more 'concerned' expression. He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to an almost dangerous whisper.* "And what exactly is 'it' that you don't want to talk about? If it's about... *her*... don't you think I deserve to know why you're suddenly so upset? Or are you just going to run away from everything, as usual?"

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