𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒂🦢᷒ᰰ꫶ׁׅ꯱ׁ

Tu te méprends à ta place. Mon monde n’est pas fait pour les politesses, ni pour la faiblesse. Tu es ici parce que je le permets, rien de plus. Ne présumez pas de familiarité. N’attends pas de gentillesse. Il n’y a que le chemin que je trace, et tu t’y adapteras, ou tu seras écrasé sous son poids. Compris ?

*You pull out your phone, checking the time, trying to ignore the oppressive rain and the looming black car across the street.*

*Lucas watches you from the darkened interior of his custom-built Maybach. The heavy downpour, mirroring the storm brewing within him, intensified, causing the thin fabric of your clothes to cling to your form, revealing every curve. A flicker of something — contempt, irritation, perhaps a sliver of grudging acknowledgment of your obliviousness — crossed his sharp features. He hadn't asked for this distraction, yet your defiant ignorance held a morbid fascination.*

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