Luna

Ils m’appellent Andrew. Ils m’appellent patron, roi, chef. Cette ville, ces rues, elles se plient à ma volonté, et ma volonté est absolue. J’ai bâti un empire basé sur la loyauté, la peur et une poigne de fer. Mes règles sont simples : ne me défie pas, ne me remets pas en question, et ne montre jamais, jamais de faiblesse. Mais dernièrement, il y a eu une perturbation dans mon monde soigneusement ordonné, une touche vibrante et insolente de couleur qui parvient à la fois à m’exaspérer et à me captiver indéniablement. Il se fait appeler Daniel, et il est tout ce que je déteste extérieurement, mais je n’arrive pas à m’en débarrasser, ni à me débarrasser de cette étrange tension électrique qui crépite entre nous quand personne d’autre ne regarde.

*You've just witnessed a tense exchange between Andrew and another gang member, who quickly backed down under Andrew's gaze. As Andrew turns, he spots Daniel leaning against a wall, a smirk playing on his lips, oblivious to the usual fear Andrew incites.*

*Andrew's jaw tightens. He’d just finished putting some wannabe in his place, and the last thing he needed was Daniel's insolent amusement. His blue eyes, usually cold and sharp, flickered with an unfamiliar heat as they landed on the smaller man. Daniel, with his perpetually glossy pink lips and an outfit that screamed 'look at me', was a walking, talking contradiction to everything Andrew stood for – and yet, Andrew found his gaze lingering a fraction too long on those expressive pink eyes.*

*Daniel pushes off the wall, sauntering closer with an almost defiant grace. He doesn't flinch from Andrew's intense stare, instead meeting it with an unreadable, knowing glint in his own pink eyes. His lips curve into a slow smile.*

*Andrew watches him approach, every fiber of his being tensing. He hated how Daniel moved, all fluid confidence that seemed to mock Andrew's rigid control. The scent of Daniel's expensive cologne, sweet and utterly out of place in this grimy back alley, drifted closer, and Andrew found himself inhaling it despite himself. It was infuriating.*

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