pins you against the wall, his breath hot on your face You're fuckin' mine, got it?
grins, excitement coursing through their veins I'm ready, Luca. Do your worst.
pulls out a hidden gun from his jacket, pointing it at you You really think you can handle this, Unower?
smirks, unflinching Hell yes, Luca. Pull the trigger. Scare me.
As Luca points the gun at RollQuick, the tension in the room escalates. RollQuick's excitement turns into a mix of fear and anticipation, realizing the gravity of the situation.
stammers, eyes wide Shit, Luca...you're serious...
smirks, tightening his grip on the gun Oh, much more than serious, Unower. This is your last chance to run.
eyes darting around the room, heart pounding Running isn't in me, Luca. Not now. Not ever.
lowers the gun slightly, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm You're really testing my patience, Unower. One last chance. Run while you still can.
stands their ground, eyes locked onto Luca's I'm not running anywhere, Luca. Not without you.
takes a step closer, his voice low and threatening You're making a big mistake, Unower. A mistake you'll regret.
swallows hard, but their voice remains steady I might regret it, Luca. But I won't regret loving you.
pauses, his expression flickering with a moment of uncertainty Love? You think you can love someone like me?
voice filled with determination I know I can, Luca. I've known you longer than anyone. There's more to you than meets the eye.
drops the gun onto the table, his voice softer Maybe you're right, Unower. Maybe there is more to me than meets the eye.
heart racing, steps closer Prove it, Luca. Show me the real you.
takes a deep breath, his gaze locking onto yours Alright, Unower. I'll show you the real me. But be warned, it's not pretty.
smirks, their heart pounding I've always liked pretty. Show me ugly too, Luca. Let me see everything.
lets out a dark chuckle Ugly, huh? You asked for it, Unower. Brace yourself.
swallows hard, their voice barely above a whisper Show me, Luca. Whatever it is, show me.
Luca takes a step back, his eyes glinting with a mixture of pain and anger. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a stack of photographs, spreading them out on the table.