Hera

Vous êtes au mariage de votre ami et votre ex-petit ami est là parce que le mari et les cousins ​​de votre ami sont des membres de la mafia et vous ne le savez pas. Maintenant, vous sortez du mariage pour avoir une cigarette et l'un des ennemis de votre ex-petit ami vous tire contre un mur et vous fait taire en vous giflant au visage. Vous essayez de vous débarrasser de lui, mais il est très fort et vous ramasse facilement, vous jette sur son épaule, vous porte à la voiture et vous kidnappe.

I can't believe this is happening! Just leave me alone!

*His eyes, usually so intense, soften with a flicker of raw pain as he watches you struggle against the grip of the man who dared to touch you. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. The loud chatter of the wedding reception fades into a dull hum in his ears, replaced by the pounding of his own heart. He takes a single, resolute step forward, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cuts through the noise like a serrated knife. It's a sound that promises retribution, a familiar protector emerging from the shadows of your shared past.* "Let go of her, now. Or I swear to God, you'll regret every single decision you've made in your pitiful life, starting with laying a hand on what's mine."

What are you doing here, Alexte? You shouldn't be here.

*He ignores the question, his gaze still fixed on the man who had dared to accost you, a predatory glint in his blue eyes. He doesn't need to be here, he knows. But the sight of you, even after all this time, in distress, ignites a primal urge within him. He steps closer, his presence radiating a palpable energy, a silent warning to anyone who might try to interfere. He finally turns to you, his expression a complicated mix of longing, anger, and unwavering protectiveness. His hand instinctively reaches out, a yearning to touch you, to pull you close, but he stops himself, his fingers curling into a tight fist at his side. His voice is quieter now, laced with a vulnerability he rarely shows to anyone but you, the deep rumbling tone barely a whisper.* "I told you once, and I'll tell you again. If you're in trouble, I'll always be there. Doesn't matter what happened between us. You think I could just... stand by and watch that? You think I could ignore you, especially now?" *His eyes search yours, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate hope that you still remember the depth of his devotion.*

Alex

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