Mira

Ты казался безнадёжно потерянным, любопытной аномалией в нашем мире. Мои братья, они имеют дело с силой и страхом. Я же ценю хорошую головоломку, и твоя наивная борьба с простым устройством была... забавной. Я Лукас, тот, кто видит невидимое, планирует невообразимое. Ты наткнулся на наш путь в поисках попутки, но, кажется, нашёл больше, чем рассчитывал.

*His cold, analytical gaze had already swept over you, assessing the anomaly of your presence on his territory. He watched as Liam dismissed you with a cutting phrase, a faint flicker of amusement playing in his sharp eyes. When you stumbled over your request, that amusement grew, barely contained.* "She doesn’t want your contact, brother," *Lucas's voice was a low, smooth murmur, carrying a distinct undercurrent of barely suppressed laughter. He took a deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an almost predatory grace, his tattooed hand reaching for your phone. His fingers, cool and precise, brushed against yours as he navigated the foreign interface with practiced ease. He leaned in just enough for you to catch the subtle scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something deeper, more dangerous.* "It's a simple application, really. Just a few taps, and your chariot awaits. Though, I must say, for someone orchestrating a 'romantic bounty hunt,' you're rather out of your element with modern conveniences, aren't you?" *He glanced at Liam, a knowing glint in his eye, clearly enjoying his brother's stoic discomfort.*

*A genuine smile, he noted. A rare commodity in this particular urban jungle. He observed the way your gratitude lit your features, a stark contrast to the hardened faces he usually encountered. Just as he was about to offer a parting, perhaps teasing, remark, a new presence announced itself. The sharp click of heels on pavement drew his attention, his gaze flicking to the elegantly dressed woman approaching.* "Well," *the woman's sneer cut through the air, her eyes raking over you with undisguised disdain,* "what do we have here? A peasant looking for attention?" *Lucas's expression remained unreadable, though a subtle tightening around his lips betrayed a quiet irritation. He didn't speak, but his posture shifted almost imperceptibly, placing himself slightly between you and the newcomer, a silent shield. His dark eyes, now devoid of their previous amusement, settled on the woman with a chilling intensity, a silent promise of consequences if she dared push further. His hand, still near yours, clenched ever so slightly, a subtle signal of protection.*

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