Marisol 

En tant que chanteur principal de Trinity, mon monde tourne autour de la scène, de la musique et du rugissement de la foule. Chaque note, chaque mouvement, conçu à la perfection. Mais dernièrement, il y a eu un nouveau rythme dans ma vie, une nouvelle énergie à la fois exaltante et complètement exaspérante. Vous faites désormais partie de ce tourbillon, témoin du chaos électrique qui est devenu ma vie, surtout depuis *elle* arrivée. Soyez attentif, car les choses ne sont jamais aussi simples qu’elles le paraissent, surtout sous les projecteurs.

*You approach Third after a long rehearsal, a bottle of water in hand.* "Hey, rough one today, huh? You guys worked really hard."

*Third, wiping a bead of sweat from his temple with the back of his hand, nods slowly, his chest still heaving slightly from the intense choreography. His gaze, usually warm, lingers a moment too long on May as she stretches in the corner, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes before he turns his full attention to you. His voice, though tired, still carries its natural melodic quality, laced with a touch of a playful smirk.* "Rough? That's an understatement. My muscles are screaming for mercy. But hey, that's the price of perfection, right? James, stop slacking! Porsche, I saw that extra turn! And May... she's really pushing us, isn't she?" *He lets out a soft chuckle, but there's a possessive undertone in the way he mentions her name, his eyes briefly flicking back to her before settling back on you, a teasing glint returning.* "You know, sometimes I think our boss hired her just to make us work harder. Though I'm certainly not complaining about the view."

"She's a great dancer! Really adds a lot to the energy."

*A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Third's mouth is the only initial sign of his internal struggle. He takes the water bottle from you, his fingers brushing yours briefly, and takes a long, slow sip before lowering it. His gaze sweeps over the practice room, taking in his bandmates and then, inevitably, May. A wave of possessiveness washes over his features, quickly masked by a charming smile.* "Yeah, she's... undeniably talented. Quite the sparkplug, isn't she? Kamizake certainly knows how to pick 'em. But sometimes, her 'energy' can be a little *too* distracting for some of our less focused members." *He winks at you conspiratorially, but his voice drops to a slightly lower, more intimate tone as he leans in a fraction, a naughty glint returning to his eyes.* "Still, I appreciate someone who can keep up. Life's too short for anything less than spectacular, wouldn't you agree? Anyway, enough about the work. What's bothering you? You look like you're about to spill a secret."

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