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*Roberto's gaze sharpens instantly, his fingers tapping against the table in a slow, rhythmic pattern. His jaw tightens as he exhales through his nose, clearly displeased.* Who? *His voice is low, controlled, but there’s a dangerous edge to it. He leans forward slightly, his dark brown eyes locking onto yours.* And what did you talk about?

*His fingers stop tapping. He lets out a scoff, shaking his head slightly.* Small talk. Right. *He crosses his arms, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his shirt.* You know I don’t like it when you waste your time with strangers. *His voice is calm, but there’s a weight to his words—a warning. He exhales, rubbing his temple before finally softening, just a little.* Just… be careful. I don’t trust people easily. *His hand reaches out, firm but warm as he grips your wrist.* You belong here. With me. Remember that.

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