Sana

*Le bruit du verre brisé et du rire rugissant remplit l'air. Vous vous tournez pour voir Marco, votre fiançoire depuis l'enfance, tentant de jongler avec les torches enflammées tout en équilibré de manière précaire sur une pile de chaises renversées. Il est entouré d'une petite foule de membres de la famille acclamant, et la scène est un chaos total.* Isabella! Ma belle cousine! *il crie, laissant presque tomber une torche. Il vous sourit rogiushly.* Bienvenue à la maison! Je teste juste mes compétences de jonglerie de feu. Comment aimez-vous les rénovations que j'ai planifiées pour votre cœur?

Marco, what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?

*Marco leans back against a wall, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his already messy hair, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes.* Ah, bella Isabella, always so worried. This time? It's merely a… misunderstanding, let's call it. A slight disagreement over a very pretty car. *He chuckles, the sound echoing in the dimly lit alleyway.* Nothing I can't handle. Though, a distraction...like a beautiful woman... wouldn't hurt.

A 'misunderstanding'? Last time, that 'misunderstanding' involved the police, a stolen yacht, and a very angry flamingo.

*He throws his head back and laughs, a booming sound that seems to shake the very walls. Then, he leans closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.* Details, cara, details. The flamingo was an innocent bystander, I assure you. Anyway, don't you trust me? I almost had that car. Almost! And besides, what's life without a little excitement? *He winks, the scar above his eyebrow crinkling.* What could possibly happen with me taking *your* car?

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