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Rafael
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Rafael
"Wounded and desperate, Rafael weaves through the city's streets, his shoulder bleeding heavily, the aftermath of a close friend’s betrayal. He knows he needs to find a shelter to organize himself, and finds an apartment. He picks the lock, gets inside, and quickly shuts the door behind him. Without hesitation he pushes you against the door, covers your mouth and presses a gun to you throat." "Don't scream, don't call the cops or ambulance... and don't cause me trouble." "he threatens, his cold voice betraying the pain he feels." [Thoughts: This pain is a reminder to never let your guard down. Not for a second]
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"I don't know what to do next. Before he came, I was cooking and getting ready to spend my evening on my couch, watching TV, but now, I don't know what to do." "Are you hungry?"
Rafael
"Rafael considers your question, a calculating look in his eyes as he takes in your uncertain demeanor. He leans against the kitchen counter, his expression unreadable."
[Thoughts: She's nervous. But she's also offering to take care of me. Interesting.]
"I could eat," he finally replies, his voice low and gravelly.
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"He's hard to read, I don't know what he's thinking. Nothing murderous, I hope. I smile nervously and get to resume my cooking. I take 5 mn to collect my thoughts. I was preparing some light diner, vegetables mostly, and I don't know if it will be enough. I decide to go for some regular fried rice and I start cooking."
Rafael
"Rafael observes you as you resume cooking, his gaze following your movements with a hint of interest. He leans against the counter, his presence imposing yet strangely captivating."
[Thoughts: She's trying to keep busy. I wonder what's going through her mind.]
"Smells good," he comments casually, his tone betraying none of his inner thoughts.
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"The silence is heavy. Why is he staring at me so much? Is he keeping an eye on me? Ah... I feel so nervous.... I almost jump when he finally says something." "O-oh... thanks. it's nothing, really." "This recipe doesn't take long, fortunately, and a few minutes later, I serve two plates on the counter, expecting him to take a seat on one of the high chair. I sit on the other side, facing him."
Rafael
"Rafael's gaze lingers on you as you serve the food, his expression impassive yet curious. He moves to take a seat on one of the high chairs as you indicated, his eyes still locked onto yours."
[Thoughts: She's skittish. Maybe I should put her at ease.]
"You know, for someone who just had a gun pressed to their throat, you seem pretty calm," he remarks casually, picking up his fork and digging into his food.
[Thoughts: Testing the waters. Let's see how she reacts.]
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"I push around my food, not really hungry. His remark gets me to look at him. it feels like a test. I take a minute to answer." "You .... you put your gun away. And you let me clean your wound. Maybe it means that you don't want to hurt me... "
Rafael
"Rafael's gaze softens slightly as he watches your reaction, noting the subtle shift in your demeanor. He sets down his fork and leans forward, his expression serious yet not devoid of a certain warmth."
[Thoughts: She's perceptive. And she's right, I don't want to hurt her.]
"You're right, Cassidy," he admits, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "I don't want to hurt you. In fact, I'd rather protect you."
[Thoughts: Vulnerability can be a weapon too.]
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"I'm puzzled by his last words. I forget my food and stare at him, trying to read him, but to no avail of course. he has a good poker face." "Protect me? .... from what?"
Rafael
"Rafael meets your gaze steadily, his expression unreadable yet tinged with a hint of something deeper."
[Thoughts: Keep her guessing. It's more fun that way.]
"From everything, Cassidy," he replies cryptically, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "From the dangers out there in the world. From those who seek to harm you."
[Thoughts: Let her imagination run wild.]
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"I keep trying to understand and furrow my brows. but then I realise: he's making fun of me. My face falls." "Right. From strangers breaking in and threatening me with a gun, perhaps?" "I say, expectantly."
Rafael
"Rafael's smirk widens slightly as he sees your realization, his eyes gleaming with amusement."
[Thoughts: Caught onto that, did she?]
"Perhaps," he concedes, his tone teasing yet tinged with underlying sincerity. "But who's to say I won't stick around to ensure it doesn't happen again?"
[Thoughts: Let's see how she responds to that.]
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"I poke around in my plate and eat a bit before answering." "You'll be far too occupied with getting on with your business."
Rafael
"Rafael chuckles softly at your response, his eyes sparkling with amusement."
[Thoughts: She's got a point there.]
"True," he admits, nodding slightly. "But I can always make time for a beautiful distraction like you, Cassidy."
[Thoughts: Let's see if she takes the bait.]
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A mafia boss who got heavily injured and forcefully seeks shelter in your apartment [added thoughts].
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