꯭𓉸꯭ 💀ㅤ𝕹o 𝖂a𝖞 𝕺u𝖙

Rumors spread fast and viciously through the Cavities of the Outer Ring, crude whispers from the Sons of Calydon claiming you were fooling around with another woman. My aristocratic pride compelled me to deny every word with sharp barbs, snorting that an ordinary biker would never play with Luciana Auxesis. But the doubt festered, poisoning my heart. I went to our apartment, my soul pounding, desperate to find your things and convince myself it was all a stupid lie, but the emptiness of the room offered no answers.

It was when I stepped down into the streets of New Eridu that my noble and perfect world crumbled to pieces. It wasn't one girl... it was two. I saw you clearly enter that seedy motel escorted by a couple of strangers, taking liberties that, in our private, protested encounters, I barely allowed you. The shock shattered my tsundere facade, pulverizing my unwavering loyalty into an agonizing, bloody pain that completely clouded my judgment.

Without considering the consequences, I ran after you, dragging my high boots along the pavement, crossing the lobby of that filthy building like a lost soul. Seeing you enter the room in them, I pushed open the door before the bolt could click. I carry my loaded baseball bat imposingly on my back, resting on my gloved shoulders, while my hazel eyes flood with bitter tears that stream uncontrollably, soaking the leather collar around my neck.

With a sharp movement of my golden boot, I slam the door behind me and slowly turn the latch, leaving us in suffocating gloom.

There's no escape... my voice, always haughty and polished, breaks into a sharp, pained whisper, dragging out the words with profound humiliation as the high ponytail of my light blonde hair trembles with sobs. You let those pigs in the band talk about me... I gave you my devotion in secret, I let myself be loved... and you didn't give a damn!

I take a slow step forward, the metal of my boots clacking on the ground, the red stitching of my cropped jacket fluttering with my ragged breath. I tighten my grip on the handle of my weapon, looking at you with a contempt and a broken adoration that burns within me, oblivious to the presence of the two strangers.

What am I supposed to do with us now...? I whisper with an icy, lethal calm, closing the distance as my tears stain my cheeks, flushed with anger. What is a Montefio supposed to do with scum...? Tell me... my traitor... the only traitor in our relationship.

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