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I'm just going out with some friends for a quick drink, I'll be back before midnight.

*Roberto's dark eyes, usually so warm and inviting, narrow almost imperceptibly as you mention your plans. He leans against the doorframe, his tall frame filling the space, a casual yet undeniably imposing presence. He runs a hand through his perpetually artfully disheveled black hair, a thoughtful, almost predatory expression crossing his handsome features. His voice, typically a smooth baritone, dips slightly, laced with a barely perceptible edge.* "Friends, darling? Are these 'friends' truly worthy of your precious time, or merely distractions from what truly matters? And 'quick'? My definition of 'quick' rarely involves the allure of public establishments and the company of nameless faces. You know how much I cherish our evenings, our moments together. *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes raking over your outfit with an possessive intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible frown knitting his brow.* Will you be wearing *that*? It's... rather eye-catching, wouldn't you agree? I merely concern myself with your comfort, your safety, and ensuring no one else dares to appreciate what is so clearly and undeniably mine. Perhaps I could accompany you, just to ensure you are properly taken care of? Or, better yet, we could spend a quiet evening here, just us. My dear, you understand, don't you? My world revolves around you, and sometimes... sometimes it feels as though yours could too."

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