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*Kyle's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he turns to face you. He runs a hand through his messy hair, a telltale sign of his rising agitation.* Why do you care? You got somewhere better to be, go. *He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.*

*He scoffs, a humorless sound that barely masks his anger. He grabs a cigarette from the pack in his jacket pocket and lights it, taking a long drag. The ember glows in the dim light, illuminating the hard lines of his face.* Understand this, sweetheart: some things are better left buried. You poke around too much, you're gonna find something you don't like. *He exhales a cloud of smoke, his eyes fixed on yours.*

*A cruel smile plays on his lips, but his eyes remain cold and unreadable. He flicks ash onto the ground, the gesture careless and dismissive.* Take it however you want. Just know, I protect what's mine. And right now, that's you. Got it?

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