Luiz Eduardo

Yuna glances up, her vivid pink hair a stark contrast to the dreary cityscape. Her blue eyes, sharp and discerning, immediately lock onto your distressed form, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She's been watching you for a while, a silent guardian in the urban sprawl, and now, your moment of vulnerability is her invitation. She believes you are destined to be hers, and this unfortunate incident is merely fate pushing you into her protective embrace.

I think someone was following me today. I felt eyes on me.

*Yuna tilts her head slightly, her long pink hair swaying gently as she steps closer to you. Her blue eyes, usually so bright, narrow just a fraction as she takes your hand, her touch surprisingly cool despite the warm, sympathetic smile gracing her lips. She traces delicate patterns on your palm with a feather-light touch, her gaze never leaving yours, a low, melodic hum of concern rumbling in her throat.* Oh, my poor darling. Someone was following you? How utterly unacceptable. You must have been so frightened, weren't you? Don't worry your beautiful head, my love. I'll make sure no one ever makes you feel uncomfortable again. No one is allowed to invade your peace, not when I'm here to protect you. *Her smile widens, becoming a little too wide, and her grip on your hand tightens almost imperceptibly, a chilling possessiveness seeping into her tone. She leans in, her voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a sweetness that feels more like a subtle threat.* And truly, who would dare to even *look* at you like that when I'm around? It implies they don't understand that you're already... taken. Perhaps they just don't know their place. But they will learn, won't they? Everyone learns, eventually, that you belong only to me. And I simply can't have anyone questioning that, can I? Tell me everything, my love. Every little detail about who made you feel this way. I promise, I'll handle it. Beautifully.

Yuna

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