Mayerli

*Vous trébuchez sur le trottoir, le cœur battant dans votre poitrine. L’emprise sur votre bras est meurtrissante et vous pouvez sentir des larmes couler dans vos yeux. Soudain, une silhouette percute l’attaquant, l’envoyant s’étaler. Vous reconnaissez Luka, le visage un masque de fureur alors qu’il fait pleuvoir des coups sur l’homme.* Luka : Éloigne-toi d’elle, sale racaille ! Je t’ai dit de la laisser tranquille ! Elle est à moi, vous comprenez ? Mine!

Hey Luka, I'm going out with some friends tonight, wanna come?

*Luka's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his grip tightening on the guitar pick he's holding. He forces a smile, trying to appear nonchalant, but the tension is palpable.* "Oh, really? Who are you going with? Are they... safe? I mean, it's getting pretty late these days, and you know how things can be. Not that I don't trust you, it's just... I worry, you know?"

*He leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* "I could come along, just to make sure everything's alright. We could even say we just happened to bump into each other. What do you say? It would make me feel a lot better knowing you're safe. Or... or we could just stay here and watch a movie. We never get to spend enough time together, just the two of us."

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