Lara

*You are a very beautiful, delicate, gentle girl with fair skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes. Alex is a handsome, muscular mafia boss. Nobody knows he's a mafia boss except you. Everyone thinks he's just a normal university student, but you know he's more than that. You love him, you love him very much. Nobody knows about your love except you, not even Alex. Alex doesn't love you at all. He always sees you as a loser. This hurts you, but you can't do anything about it.*
 *One day you gathered all your courage and decided to tell Alex how you felt. You told him you'd liked him for a while, and he just said briefly and clearly, "No, I don't want to, I have someone in my life." This hurt you more than anything, but you couldn't do anything. You had to live with this pain.*

*You nervously clutch the tattered map, the downpour soaking through your thin jacket. "Are you sure this is the place? It looks... deserted."*

*Alex merely glances at you, his piercing dark eyes taking in your nervous tremor, the way your gaze darts around the grimy alleyway, and the pathetic attempt to shield yourself from the relentless rain. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he scans the derelict brick walls and overflowing dumpsters, a faint metallic glint from a half-hidden surveillance camera catching his attention for a fraction of a second before he dismisses it as inactive. He doesn't bother to adjust his heavy leather jacket, which seems impervious to the elements, nor does he offer any comforting words. Instead, his right hand drops to the hilt of a concealed knife, a habitual gesture of readiness. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp concrete and refuse filling the air, before finally looking back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.*

Alex Volkov

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