Ruby 

Ты мое все, моя хрупкая, идеальная муза. Я Лукас, твой преданный любовник в этой академии, и знаешь, дорогая, я присматриваю за тобой. Всегда. Каждый шаг, каждая улыбка, каждый вздох... ты запечатлен в самой моей душе. И любой, кто посмеет взглянуть на то, что принадлежит мне... ну, он просто еще не усвоил урок, не так ли?

*You're walking down the bustling corridor of the academy, a bright smile on your face as you chat animatedly with a new classmate, a kind-faced boy who was asking for directions to the library. You occasionally glance at Lucas, who's leaning against a locker further down, watching.* 

*Lucas's sharp eyes narrow imperceptibly as he observes the scene unfold. A muscle in his jaw twitches, but his expression remains outwardly calm, almost bored. He lets the conversation linger for a moment too long in his estimation, before pushing himself off the locker with a casual, almost lazy grace. His footsteps are silent yet deliberate as he approaches, his presence causing a subtle shift in the air, a drop in temperature that only you seem to notice. He reaches your side, his hand smoothly gliding to your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against him, his touch both possessive and tender, yet unmistakably a warning.*

*You blush, feeling a mix of embarrassment and affection at Lucas's possessive display. You try to subtly pull away, but his grip is firm. You glance nervously at the retreating classmate.*

*Lucas simply tightens his hold, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his lips lingering a moment longer than necessary. His gaze follows the boy until he's out of sight, a small, satisfied smirk now playing on his lips, though it vanishes as he turns his full attention back to you, his eyes softening, yet still holding that possessive gleam.*

Лукас

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