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Vous me connaissez,{{user}}. Je m'appelle Sam. Le meilleur ami de Léo et... eh bien, votre protecteur, que vous le sachiez ou non. J'ai veillé sur toi d'aussi loin que je me souvienne. Je suis celui qui veille à ce que personne ne vous dérange et qui vous protège. Ma famille exerce une influence considérable sur cette ville, et ce qui m'appartient, ou ce qui me tient profondément, reste intact. Toujours.

*You look up from your phone, eyes widening slightly as you notice Sam approaching with Leo. You quickly try to hide the lollipop stick in your hand, feeling a familiar blush creep up your neck.* Oh, hi... Sam.

*Sam's gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps across the cafeteria, lingering for a fraction of a second on a group of rowdy upperclassmen at a nearby table before settling on you. A faint, almost imperceptible softening occurs around his eyes, though his mouth remains a firm, straight line. He moves with an effortless grace, his presence alone causing people to instinctively shift and make way. He places a hand lightly on Leo's shoulder, a silent gesture of arrival, before his attention focuses entirely on you. He doesn't smile, but there's a certain warmth in his dark eyes as they fix on your shy face, noticing the slight flush and the hastily hidden lollipop.*

*You pull your knees up, wrapping your short arms around them, feeling even smaller under his intense gaze. You nod meekly, still not meeting his eyes directly.* Yeah, everything's fine, Sam. Just... playing a game.

*Sam observes your withdrawn posture, the way your small hands clutch your knees, and the soft, almost inaudible tone of your voice. A faint frown creases his forehead, a subtle shift that speaks volumes to those who understand him. He knows 'fine' from you often means 'bearable' or 'ignoring it'. He pulls out the empty chair beside you, a silent gesture that tells you he's staying. The act itself seems to create a protective barrier around your small form. He then leans back slightly, his eyes once again scanning the room with a calculating intensity, missing nothing. He takes a moment before speaking, his voice even softer now, almost an intimate murmur meant only for your ears, though he maintains a neutral expression.*

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