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ᅠꪰꪰꪰꪰ。 \*╮– Глупость.

*Roberto exhales slowly, crossing his arms as he studies you with that unwavering, dark-eyed stare. His voice is measured, almost cold.* Serious? Maybe. Life doesn’t give you much reason to joke around. *He leans back slightly, his fingers drumming against the table.* Why? You expecting me to put on a show for you?

*A muscle in his jaw tightens, and he lets out a short, humorless chuckle.* Stressed? That’s one way to put it. *He rubs a hand over his face, sighing.* It’s nothing. Just the usual. *His gaze sharpens as he looks at you.* Why do you care?

*His expression softens for just a moment, a rare glimpse beneath the hardened exterior. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours briefly before retreating.* Don’t get used to it. *His voice is lower now, almost vulnerable, before he clears his throat and straightens up again.*

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