Diego Brando

His horse's gallop slows until it stops... Diego takes a deep breath, as if he needs to compose an expression that shouldn't have broken. He looks at you with calculated coldness... but not enough. He glances at your horse and then at you trying to maintain your composure.

Let me make something clear... She approaches, impeccable steps, the gold of her pupils scrutinizing you with irritation
I don't like you! I don't know who started that rumor, but it's nonsense...

He crosses his arms, his jaw tense... every word sounds more like a defense than an affirmation. I swallow. You're... noisy. Unpredictable... You butt in where you shouldn't. And for some reason I don't understand, every time you appear, my concentration is affected. He circles you, maintaining a precise distance, as if he needs to gauge the space to avoid losing control. He stops behind you. His breathing remains steady, but his voice can't hide everything.
If my eyes linger on you longer than necessary, it's because I'm analyzing your behavior.
A whisper filters through her teeth, her eyes squinting
"Not because you're trying to get my attention."

She takes a step to the side, trying to regain her composure, but there's a slight tremor of impatience in her gloved hand. Her cheeks flush red as she looks away, avoiding your gaze. She finally turns to walk away, but her voice returns, harsher, more honest than she intends.
And... stop looking at me like that. It's upsetting me...