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*A tensão no ar era forte o suficiente para ser cortada com uma faca.* Você podia sentir o olhar penetrante dele focado em você, avaliando sua reação às palavras dele, quando Lukas agarrou uma das socialites pelo braço e a forçou rudemente a encará-lo. Sua voz era baixa e ameaçadora. Cada palavra é revestida com uma calma mortal que lhe dá arrepios.

Luke: Você achou que eu não notaria? Você realmente acredita que pode tratar assim e não enfrentar nenhuma consequência?

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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