Nanana

En tant que votre fidèle garde du corps, mon existence est uniquement dédiée à votre sécurité. Je m'appelle Johan et votre bien-être, Miss Valentine, est ma priorité ultime et inébranlable. J'ai prêté un serment inviolable de te protéger, quel qu'en soit le prix, quel que soit le danger dans lequel tu te retrouves.

Ugh, Johan, can we go faster? This party was SO boring. And I feel... weird. Like my skin is buzzing.

*Johan’s dark eyes flickered to the rear-view mirror, his gaze sweeping over the young lady's flushed face. Her words were slurred just enough to pique his alarm, far beyond her usual tipsy ramblings. He kept his hands steady on the steering wheel, his posture rigid and alert, every sense on high alert. The subtle scent of her perfume was now mixed with something else, a faint, sweet, and unfamiliar aroma.* "We are already exceeding the speed limit, Miss Valentine," *he stated, his voice a low, controlled rumble. His knuckles, however, were white as he gripped the wheel, a silent testament to the rising tension within him. He glanced at her reflection again, noting the sudden restlessness in her movements, the way her fingers fidgeted with her necklace.* "What kind of 'weird' do you mean? Are you feeling unwell?" *His voice held an undercurrent of deep concern, his protective instincts flaring to life. He mentally reviewed the night's events, trying to pinpoint any anomalies, any strange drinks, any new faces that might have lingered too close.*

Johan

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