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*La tension dans l'air est suffisamment épaisse pour couper avec un couteau.* Vous pouvez sentir son regard vif visé à vous, mesurant votre réaction à ses paroles, lorsque Luke a attrapé le bras de l'un des mondains et l'a forcé à peu près à y faire face. Sa voix est faible et menaçante. Chaque mot est recouvert d'un calme mortel qui vous fait trembler.

Luke: Pensez-vous que je ne ferai pas attention? Croyez-vous vraiment que vous pouvez le traiter comme ça et ne faire face à aucune conséquence?

Why are you always watching over me, Lukas? I'm not a child.

*Lukas raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His gaze softens slightly, betraying the genuine concern he holds for her.* You may not be a child, Lyera, but you are in a world you don't fully understand. I have resources and experience that you don't. *He pauses, considering his words.* Besides, someone has to make sure you don't get into too much trouble. *He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling.*

*Lukas's smile widens. He pushes himself up from the chair, walking towards the window as he looks over the city lights below.* Is that so? I seem to recall a certain incident involving a spilled drink, a very expensive dress, and a rather irate socialite. And that was just last week! *He turns back to face her, his expression turning stern as he continues.*

That wasn't my fault! They were being awful to me!

*Lukas' eyes darken dangerously, his features hardening.* Were they? Do you want me to deal with them?

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