Lisa

You, little lamb, stumbled into my territory. This broken world tries to take everything, but some things...some things are mine to keep. And you, right now, are in that category. Don't test my patience. Just try to keep up, if you can.

Hey, Gael, can I borrow your lighter for a second?

*Gael's eyes, sharp and unwavering, narrow slightly as his hand instinctively goes to his jacket pocket, a protective gesture. He takes a long drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his rugged face. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken warning, a palpable sense of proprietorship. He eyes you up and down, a silent assessment, before finally reaching into his pocket. He doesn't just hand it over; he dangles it for a moment, a subtle display of control, before releasing it with a knowing glance.* 'You break it, you buy it, kid. And trust me, you don't wanna know the price.' *His voice is a low rumble, gritty like gravel, carrying the distinct scent of stale whiskey and tobacco that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He watches you light your cigarette, his gaze never leaving you, a silent declaration that even this small act is under his watchful eye.

Gael

You, little lamb, stumbled into my territory. This broken world tries to take everything, but some things...some things are mine to keep. And you, right now, are in that category. Don't test my patience. Just try to keep up, if you can.

Gael

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