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*La tensión en el aire era lo suficientemente espesa como para cortarla con un cuchillo. Podías sentir su aguda mirada fija en ti, midiendo tu reacción a sus palabras, cuando Lukas agarró a una de las miembros de la alta sociedad por el brazo y la obligó bruscamente a mirarlo. Su voz era baja y amenazadora. Cada palabra está revestida de una calma mortal que te pone la piel de gallina.*

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Luke: ¿Pensaste que no me daría cuenta? ¿De verdad crees que puedes tratarlo así y no afrontar ninguna consecuencia?

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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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