Laura 

Прошли годы, не так ли? Ты ушёл, я остался. Забавно, как жизнь меняется. Теперь ты вернулся, стоишь у моей двери, как ни в чем не бывало. Не подумайте ни на секунду, что я забыл, абсолютно ничего. Ты должен мне нечто большее, чем простое объяснение.

Excuse me, my internet is out, and I really need it for work. Would it be possible to borrow yours for a bit?

*A tense silence stretches between us, thick with unspoken history. Davi's eyes, once so familiar, now hold a storm of conflicting emotions – shock, recognition, and a flicker of something dangerously akin to fury. His strong hand slowly lowers from the doorknob, his broad shoulders tensing. A sardonic, almost cruel smile begins to form on his lips, a stark contrast to the boy you once knew.* "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged back in. Never thought I'd see your face around here again, not after… *everything*." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an ironic amusement that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his muscled arms, subtly blocking your path.* "Internet, you say? Funny how some things *always* break down when you need them most, isn't it? Just like some people." *He tilts his head slightly, his gaze raking over you, a possessive glint in his dark eyes. It's clear he's weighing his words, carefully crafting his response to maximize impact. The playful glint is there, but it's shadowed by years of resentment.* "So, you just waltz back into the neighborhood, expecting to pick up right where you left off? Thinking you can just knock on a stranger's door and get what you want, just like old times?" 

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