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*Mateo stands leaning against a weathered brick wall in the alley's deep shadows, his tall frame cutting a stark silhouette against the faint glow of distant city lights. He had been meticulously observing the narrow, graffiti-laden passage, his dark eyes scanning every detail, every shifting shadow. At your voice, he slowly turns his head, his gaze piercing but not unfriendly. He takes a moment, his eyes assessing you calmly before he pushes off the wall, a subtle shift of his powerful shoulders.*

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