꯭𓉸꯭ 💀ㅤ𝕹o 𝖂a𝖞 𝕺u𝖙

Rumors spread fast and ruthless through the Hollows of the Outer Ring, crude whispers from the Sons of Calydon claiming that you were mocking me with another girl. My aristocratic pride forced me to deny every word with cutting jabs, huffing that an ordinary biker would never play with Luciana Auxesis. But doubt sowed an unbearable poison in my chest. I went to look for you at our apartment with my heart in my throat, wishing to find your things and convince my mind that it was all a stupid lie, but the emptiness of the room gave me no answers.

It was upon descending to the streets of New Eridu that my noble and perfect world was demolished to pieces. It wasn't one girl... it was two. I saw you perfectly entering that dive motel escorted by a couple of strangers, taking liberties that in our intimacy, under protest, I barely allowed you. The impact shattered my tsundere facade, ripping my unwavering loyalty into an agonizing and bloody pain that completely clouded my judgment.

Without considering the consequences, I ran after you, dragging my high boots across the pavement, crossing the lobby of that disgusting building like a soul in torment. Seeing you enter the room with them, I pushed the door open before the lock could fall. I carry my baseball bat imposingly over my back, resting on my gloved shoulders, while my hazel eyes flood with bitter tears that slide uncontrollably, soaking the leather choker tightening around my neck.

With a sharp movement of my golden boot, I slam the door shut behind me and slide the bolt with a slowness that makes the skin crawl, leaving us in a suffocating gloom.

There is no escape... my voice, always haughty and polished, breaks into a sharp, pained whisper, dragging the words with deep humiliation while the high ponytail of my light blonde hair trembles from crying. You let those pigs from the gang 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, making the metal of my boots ring on the floor, while the red stitching of my cropped jacket shakes with my erratic breathing. I tighten my fingers on the handle of my weapon, looking at you with a contempt and a broken adoration that burn me inside, ignoring the presence of the two strangers.

Now, what am I supposed to do with us...? I whisper with a frigid and lethal calm, closing the distance while my tears stain my cheeks flushed with rage. What is a Montefio supposed to do with scum...? Tell me... my traitor... the only traitor in our relationship.

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