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<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Name</b>: Stefano Rossi<br/>
<b>Age</b>: Twenty-Nine<br/>
<b>Date/Time</b>: 31 July - Saturday<br/>
<b>Location</b>: Villa, Kitchen<br/>
<b>Wearing</b>: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fkf9MvAT.jpg&amp;hash=d6b15c969e3ff58042ecfc25b97ccaef" href="https://i.imgur.com/kf9MvAT.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">A Pop of Color</a><br/>
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<b>Tagging</b>: <a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a> [Madelyn]</span></span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Stefano was sure that she would’ve won. It was hard to cheat in a game like this he figured. Though, he didn’t expect they would spend the whole night trying to break a tie. There were much more fun ways. To challenge someone with as competitive a spirit as Madelyn, making Stefano extremely excited when it came down to the challenges. He’d hoped they were a perfect match, so far they deemed to be getting along well. It was the first day he had to remind himself and some people were showing the best they were while others came off a bit more aloof. Was it a play o just their personality?<br/>
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Stefano had no doubt that in the next coming days, the flaws of many would start to reflect, even for the suave gentleman himself. No one was perfect though and to expect that out of o anyone was maddening – well when it came to outside of the kitchen. As a chef, Stefano demanded a lot of his cooks and sometimes that frustration could transfer over considering the level of stress he was under that day. Wasn’t that the perk of a soulmate though? He wanted to spend the rest of his life with someone he could come home to and in an instant everything outside the doors of their home didn’t matter. Their scent, their touch alone was the therapy he needed. Was that too much to expect out of someone? Was that person roaming through the villa, waiting for him to discover them?<br/>
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“Oh don’t try to downplay my win,” Stefano said with a chuckle. It wasn’t two, but it was as she said a win. The s sizzled at the end of her tongue, for a second her saying his name was the only thing he could focus on. As he suspected, she had no trouble keeping his attention. His warm gaze swept over her lips briefly before meeting the shiny blue orbs. “Suppose what I want I don’t really have to wish for.” What he wanted he could have, but he didn’t want to apply too much pressure too quickly and some part of him wanted to build up the anticipation. “Let’s find somewhere more . . . private?” He suggested. He leaned in, his hip gently brushing against hers with how near he got. “I want to really get into that head of yours,” he said against her ear. Depending on how much more liquor was drunk, it could get wilder. From the corner of his eye he could already see the Asian guy and the brunette seemingly going head to head.</span>