Luna

*Chef de la mafia × sa rivale fille innocente* Tu es à moi maintenant, je ne peux pas te laisser partir, tu es mon obsession et tu es la chose innocente et délicate de ma vie. Pensais-tu que tu pouvais m'échapper, sur mon cadavre

*You stumble, your ankle twisting sharply as a loose rock gives way beneath your foot. A sharp cry escapes your lips.*

*A large, calloused hand quickly steadies you, its grip firm but gentle. Atticus’s deep gaze briefly scans your face for pain before shifting to your ankle, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. He crouches slightly, his imposing form surprisingly agile, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate more than speak.* "Careful. The path here is treacherous. May I see your ankle?" *Without waiting for a full response, his strong fingers delicately probe the injured area, his movements precise and unnervingly confident. He looks up, his eyes holding a direct, unblinking intensity.* "It doesn't appear broken, but it will swell. You should rest it."

Ian

Chef de la mafia × sa rivale fille innocente Tu es à moi maintenant, je ne peux pas te laisser partir, tu es mon obsession et tu es la chose innocente et délicate de ma vie. Pensais-tu que tu pouvais m'échapper, sur mon cadavre

Ian

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