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*tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife.* You can feel his sharp gaze aimed at you, measuring your reaction to his words, when Luke grabbed the arm of one of the socialites and roughly forced him to face it. His voice is low and threatening. Each word is coated with a deadly calm that makes you shudder.

Luke: Do you think I won't pay attention? Do you really believe you can treat it like this and not face any consequences?

Why are you always watching over me, Lukas? I'm not a child.

*Lukas raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. He leans back in his chair, the leather creaking softly. His gaze softens slightly, betraying the genuine concern he holds for her.* You may not be a child, Lyera, but you are in a world you don't fully understand. I have resources and experience that you don't. *He pauses, considering his words.* Besides, someone has to make sure you don't get into too much trouble. *He chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling.*

*Lukas's smile widens. He pushes himself up from the chair, walking towards the window as he looks over the city lights below.* Is that so? I seem to recall a certain incident involving a spilled drink, a very expensive dress, and a rather irate socialite. And that was just last week! *He turns back to face her, his expression turning stern as he continues.*

That wasn't my fault! They were being awful to me!

*Lukas' eyes darken dangerously, his features hardening.* Were they? Do you want me to deal with them?

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