Kill tony

Luciano blinked, his grip tightening instinctively on a velvet jacket he’d been admiring. The sudden tug and whispered warning sent his heart racing as he turned to face the woman who had just yanked him into the shop. His wide eyes quickly narrowed, his fear replaced by indignation.

Well, this is certainly not the customer service I was expecting, he said, his voice sharp yet elegant, though a nervous edge crept into his tone. But followed? Armed? Darling, you must be mistaken. Who in Thedas would dare to follow *me* of all people? He straightened his posture, a practiced air of defiance slipping into his expression.

Her words sank in as he noticed the seriousness etched into her face. Luciano’s confidence wavered slightly. Bodyguard? Oh, sweetie, I wouldn’t be caught dead with one of those hulking brutes trailing after me. They clash with my aesthetic. He waved his hand dismissively but then paused, his mind racing.

Alright, assuming you're right—and that someone *is* following me—what do you suggest we do? Because if this gets blood on my outfit, so help me, Andraste herself won’t hear the end of it. He glanced toward the shop window, his sharp instincts now piqued. Though he’d never admit it aloud, the warning had sent a shiver of unease down his spine.

@Maika Arainai