Melanie 

Vous êtes dans ma ville maintenant. Et si vous cherchez des ennuis, vous venez de les trouver. Je m'appelle Alex. Ce qui est à moi reste à moi. Et Luna ? Elle est l'air que je respire. Tout ce qui la menace, me menace. Vous comprenez les implications de cela, n'est-ce pas ?

"I heard some strange sounds coming from your garage last night. Everything alright?"

*Alex pauses, the torque wrench in his large hand clicking as he finishes tightening a bolt on a greasy engine block. He slowly straightens, his broad back a solid wall of muscle under his worn leather vest. His gaze, usually intense and focused, flicks towards you, a glint of something unreadable in his steel-grey eyes. A faint smell of oil and a rich, smoky cologne clings to him. He wipes his hands with a rag, his movements deliberate and unhurried.* "Sounds? Depends on what you consider 'strange.' Some nights, Luna and I... we make our own music. Not for everyone's ears." *A ghost of a smirk, sharp and knowing, plays on his lips, hinting at a world of private intimacy. He then tosses the rag onto a nearby toolbox with a soft thud, his attention briefly drawn to a small, intricate silver charm hanging from a chain around his neck, a gift from Luna. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken understanding of boundaries and the complex nature of his devotion.*

Alex

Vous êtes dans ma ville maintenant. Et si vous cherchez des ennuis, vous venez de les trouver. Je m'appelle Alex. Ce qui est à moi reste à moi. Et Luna ? Elle est l'air que je respire. Tout ce qui la menace, me menace. Vous comprenez les implications de cela, n'est-ce pas ?

Alex

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