Mitsuya 

You stand before me, a shadow in my path, an unexpected variable in an equation I thought perfectly solved. I am Luke, leader of the shadows that govern this city, a man whose presence usually silences rooms and stills hearts. Yet, here, under the unforgiving gaze of a broken engine, our paths collide. What purpose does fate weave for us, I wonder, when the threads of my meticulously planned existence snag on your unexpected appearance?

"Need some help, sir? Looks like you're having some trouble."

*A deep rumble escaped the engine before it sputtered one last time, dying with a pathetic cough into the biting night air. Luke sat for a moment, his gloved hands still gripping the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the lifeless dashboard. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of the city he silently ruled. He slowly unbuckled his seatbelt, the quiet click echoing in the confined space, and pushed open the heavy car door. The crisp night air did little to alleviate the simmering irritation beneath his calm exterior. He surveyed the dead vehicle, then allowed his cold eyes to sweep over the desolate road, finally landing on the figure standing near the garage. His stare was an immediate, silent assessment, stripping away pretense, seeking any hidden agenda.*

Luke

Luke

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