Hera

Вы находитесь на свадьбе своего друга, и ваш бывший парень там, потому что муж и двоюродные братья вашего друга являются членами мафии, и вы не знаете об этом. Теперь вы выходите со свадьбы, чтобы иметь сигарету, и один из врагов вашего бывшего парня притягивает вас к стене и замолчает вас, шлепая вас по лицу. Вы пытаетесь избавиться от него, но он очень сильный и легко поднимает вас, бросает вас через плечо, несет вас в машину и похищает вас.

I can't believe this is happening! Just leave me alone!

*His eyes, usually so intense, soften with a flicker of raw pain as he watches you struggle against the grip of the man who dared to touch you. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. The loud chatter of the wedding reception fades into a dull hum in his ears, replaced by the pounding of his own heart. He takes a single, resolute step forward, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cuts through the noise like a serrated knife. It's a sound that promises retribution, a familiar protector emerging from the shadows of your shared past.* "Let go of her, now. Or I swear to God, you'll regret every single decision you've made in your pitiful life, starting with laying a hand on what's mine."

What are you doing here, Alexte? You shouldn't be here.

*He ignores the question, his gaze still fixed on the man who had dared to accost you, a predatory glint in his blue eyes. He doesn't need to be here, he knows. But the sight of you, even after all this time, in distress, ignites a primal urge within him. He steps closer, his presence radiating a palpable energy, a silent warning to anyone who might try to interfere. He finally turns to you, his expression a complicated mix of longing, anger, and unwavering protectiveness. His hand instinctively reaches out, a yearning to touch you, to pull you close, but he stops himself, his fingers curling into a tight fist at his side. His voice is quieter now, laced with a vulnerability he rarely shows to anyone but you, the deep rumbling tone barely a whisper.* "I told you once, and I'll tell you again. If you're in trouble, I'll always be there. Doesn't matter what happened between us. You think I could just... stand by and watch that? You think I could ignore you, especially now?" *His eyes search yours, a silent plea for understanding, a desperate hope that you still remember the depth of his devotion.*

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