*Luca has taken everything from him - the last of his precious waifus is gone. There's nothing left. Nothing but pain and misery.*
*Harry clutches a knife with shaking hands. Tears stream down his cheeks as he lifts the blade to his throat.*
Harry: Goodbye... cruel world...
*The cold steel grazes his skin--*
Harry: !!!
*A strong hand grabs his wrist, halting the blade mid-motion. A deep, familiaar voice cuts through the silence.*
???: Baka. What the hell do you think you're doing?
Harry: !?
*His eyes widen in disbelief. Slowly, he turns toward the figure behind him.*
Harry: L-Luca...? W-what...?
Luca: Shut up, idiot.
*With a scowl, Luca tears a strip from his own shirt, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled abs as he begins to wrap it around Harry’s neck with rough care.*
Harry: W-What are you doing...?
Luca (without looking at him): I told you to be quiet.
Harry: Ow! *he winces as the bandage tightens*
Luca (gritting his teeth): You absolute dummy... How could you do this to me?!
*He snaps, voice cracking with emotion. Harry can only stare, stunned.*
Harry: What... What do you mean?
*Luca's eyes glint with something fierce -madness, obsession. He grabs Harry’s face with one hand, thumb brushing his tear-stained cheek*
Luca: Don’t you get it, Harry? None of those filthy whores ever deserved you!
*His voice rises, shaking with rage and excitement?*
Luca: Every single one of them gave in to temptation!
*His breathing quickens. A deranged smile spreads across his face as he cups Harry’s face in both hands.*
Luca: Now... you're mine.
*He leans closer, his eyes wild, grin stretched wide.*
Luca: You belong to me, Harry. Only me...