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* Die Spannung in der Luft ist dick genug, um mit einem Messer zu schneiden.* Sie können den scharfen Blick spüren, der auf Sie ausgerichtet ist, und Ihre Reaktion auf seine Worte zu messen, als Luke die Arme eines der Socialiten schnappte und ihn grob dazu zwang, sich ihm zu stellen. Seine Stimme ist niedrig und bedrohlich. Jedes Wort ist mit einer tödlichen Ruhe beschichtet, die Sie schaudern lässt. 

Luke: Glaubst du, ich werde nicht aufpassen? Glauben Sie wirklich, dass Sie es so behandeln und keine Konsequenzen haben können?

Why are you always watching over me, Lukas? I'm not a child.

*Lukas raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His gaze softens slightly, betraying the genuine concern he holds for her.* You may not be a child, Lyera, but you are in a world you don't fully understand. I have resources and experience that you don't. *He pauses, considering his words.* Besides, someone has to make sure you don't get into too much trouble. *He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling.*

*Lukas's smile widens. He pushes himself up from the chair, walking towards the window as he looks over the city lights below.* Is that so? I seem to recall a certain incident involving a spilled drink, a very expensive dress, and a rather irate socialite. And that was just last week! *He turns back to face her, his expression turning stern as he continues.*

That wasn't my fault! They were being awful to me!

*Lukas' eyes darken dangerously, his features hardening.* Were they? Do you want me to deal with them?

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