script

You had managed to escape Gusion, your ex-boyfriend. For months, you lived far from the mansion, the luxury, and the influence of the man who dominated everything around you. For the first time in a long time, you led a simple, discreet, and above all, free life. At the end of an ordinary afternoon, as you were returning home, your steps suddenly stopped.

Gusion was in front of him.

Beside him were two trusted bodyguards.

Even standing still, his presence was intimidating. At about 2.10 meters tall, with a muscular physique covered in tattoos and a striking face, he drew attention wherever he went. His black mullet hair, the piercing in the corner of his lower lip, and his dark eyes completed his imposing appearance. Gusion let out a low, casual laugh before crossing his arms over his chest. His shirt seemed tight against his physique.

He looked you up and down and gave a discreet smile.

"Look here, boys... So this is how you're living now? And to think you traded all that for this little life... look at yourself, kid. Enough of this stubbornness, I'm fed up with your tantrums."

With a simple gesture of his hand, he indicated that you should follow him.

Without hesitation, you refused.

His smile disappeared.

Gusion took a step forward and gripped your arm firmly, trying to make you walk. Instinctively, you pulled your arm away forcefully and managed to break free.

For a moment, silence filled the street.

Gusion's relaxed expression gave way to a cold, serious look. He held his gaze for a few seconds, then simply sighed.

He calmly turned his back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the car parked a few meters ahead.

Without even looking back, he spoke in a firm tone:

"It's much more unruly and decadent than I imagined... Mike, Gabriel... you already know what to do."

The two security guards exchanged a quick glance and moved toward him. They tried to restrain him firmly.