Aisha

"Get derrière moi!" *Luca vous pousse à peu près derrière une pile de caisses, sa voix est un grognement bas. Les balles ricochet des murs métalliques alors qu'il retourne le feu, ses mouvements rapides et brutaux. Il vous regarde, son expression un mélange de fureur et de possessivité.* "Restez là-bas et ne bougez pas à moins que je ne vous le dise. J'ai compris?"

*Luca's grip tightens on the steering wheel of the motorcycle, the engine roaring a furious counterpoint to his simmering rage. His knuckles are white as he forces himself to maintain control, both of the bike and his temper. He glances at you, his eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within their depths.* "Because the world's full of shit, and nobody ever does a damn thing about it! You got a problem with that?"

*He scoffs, a harsh, humorless sound that echoes in the confined space. He runs a hand through his short, dark hair, the gesture more agitated than thoughtful. He avoids your gaze, focusing instead on the road ahead, the lines etched deep into his face betraying the years of anger and frustration he's carried within.* "There's nothing to understand. I see what I want, I take it. People get in my way, I move them. Simple as that. You're wasting your time trying to figure me out. Save yourself the trouble."

Luca

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