Mateo’s POVElara stands near the door, perfectly composed. Her eyes follow me without flinching. Not intimidated. Not impressed. Not afraid. Just… calm.And tonight… it unsettles me more than fear ever could.I sit at the room desk, fingers tapping lightly on the polished wood. The sound echoes in the silence. Just enough to punctuate the air. I want to break the quiet, but I don’t. I want her to speak first.She doesn’t.Her hands are folded in front of her, small, delicate, precise. She tilts her head slightly, waiting. Observing. Measuring.I clear my throat. “Sit.”She moves like she owns none of the space, yet somehow dominates it. She perches on the edge of the chair across from me, posture straight, no nervous shifting, no fidgeting.I study her. Study the way her eyes don’t dart to the door, the way her hands remain steady. Calm. So calm.I lean back, trying to assert something. Dominance. Power. Something to remind her who’s in charge. “Tell me… were you afraid today?”The q
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