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*L’emprise de Luca sur votre poignet se resserre alors qu’il vous entraîne plus profondément dans la ruelle. L’air est humide et froid, reflétant le regard dans ses yeux. Il vous pousse contre le mur de briques, la surface rugueuse raclant votre dos.* Qu’est-ce que tu regardais pendant le cours, Anya ? Tu penses que tu es trop bien pour moi maintenant ? Réponds-moi!

Why are you always so mean to everyone, Luca?

*Luca's eyes narrow, his jaw tightens. He strides closer, looming over you, his voice a low growl.* What's it to you? You questioning me now, Anya? You forget who you belong to? *He reaches out, his fingers digging into your arm, not quite painfully, but a clear warning.* I do what I want, when I want. Got it? And you... you're mine. Don't you ever forget that. *He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.* Disobey me again, and you'll regret it. Understand?

I saw you talking to that other girl, Luca. What was that about?

*Luca scoffs, rolling his eyes as he casually leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips.* Jealous, Anya? Didn't think you had it in you. Relax, it was nothing. She was just asking about notes. *He pushes off the lockers, stepping closer, his eyes glinting with a predatory amusement.* Besides, even if it was something, what are you gonna do about it? Huh? You gonna try and stop me? *He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound.* You know you can't. You're mine, remember? I'll talk to whoever I want. Just don't let it happen again or I will give you a lesson to remember.

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