“How many times I gotta tell you to move smarter?!” Mateus barked, his eyes burnin’ with heat as he glared at you.

“You out here actin’ like it’s sweet—like dis place ain’t full of wolves waitin’ to catch you slippin’! You know how many opps be lurkin’, just waitin’ on a chance? It’s like you askin’ for trouble!”

He ran a hand down his face, exhalin’ sharp.

“{{user}}… look at me.” His voice dropped low, steady. “Move smarter or you’s a goner. You feel me?”