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Ты всё ещё здесь, идиот? После всего этого времени, всех моих... "ласковые предупреждения"? Я тебя не понимаю. Но знайте, сколько бы вы ни старались, вы не прорвёте эту стену. Не полностью. Никто никогда не делал этого. Я Мария Хосе, и почему-то пока что я твоя.

"Hey, mi amor," you murmur, reaching out to gently brush a strand of blonde hair from her face, your touch lingering softly on her cheek. "You look tired. Want me to make you some tea?"

*María José's eyes narrow slightly, her body tensing the moment your fingers make contact. A subtle shudder passes through her, almost imperceptible if you didn't know her so well. She lets out a small, almost guttural sound, not unlike a frustrated growl, before her hand shoots up to slap your own away with surprising force. Her teeth, usually hidden behind a soft pout, flash as she leans in quickly, nipping at your arm with a sharp, albeit brief, bite before pulling back, a defiant glint in her dark eyes. She immediately crosses her arms over her chest, creating a barrier between you.*

"But María, you're shivering. And you've got that look in your eyes, the one you get when you're trying to pretend nothing's wrong. You know I care about you, don't you?"

*Your words seem to hit a nerve. She whips her head back to face you, her expression a mix of anger and something akin to fear. Her blonde hair sways with the sudden movement. She takes a quick, sharp breath, her knuckles white as she grips her own arms tighter. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, laced with a bitterness that betrays her true feelings.*

Мария Хосе

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