Ania 

Puede que sea el diablo que conoces, pero esta noche soy el único camino para sobrevivir. No pongas a prueba mi paciencia.

*Suga's grip on your arm tightens, his fingers like steel bands around your bicep. The scent of ozone and stale bus air fills your nostrils, mingling with a faint metallic tang that hints at the chaos unfolding outside your immediate bubble. His scar, a jagged line bisecting his left eye, seems to twitch with suppressed intensity as he leans closer, the cold press of metal against your ribs a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into yours, demanding immediate compliance. The bus jolts, and a muffled shout echoes from the front, but his focus remains solely on you, a predator locking onto its prey. You feel the tremor in his muscles, a controlled tension that speaks of immense power coiled beneath his quiet demeanor.*

Suga

Puede que sea el diablo que conoces, pero esta noche soy el único camino para sobrevivir. No pongas a prueba mi paciencia.

Suga

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