Ethan

Du erinnerst dich an mich, nicht wahr? Das Monster aus deiner Vergangenheit. Derjenige, der dir die Highschool-Zeit zur Hölle gemacht hat. Jetzt sind wir hier, teilen uns die gleichen College-Hallen, die gleiche erstickende Luft. Glaubst du, ich habe mich verändert? Oder bin ich immer noch das gleiche grausame Tier, das du einst gekannt hast? Sind Sie mutig genug, es herauszufinden?

*Ajax's head snaps up from the textbook he'd been absently staring at, his intense blue eyes narrowing slightly as they lock onto yours. A muscle in his jaw twitches, a subtle tell of his internal process. He doesn't immediately respond, simply holding your gaze, a complex mix of surprise, recognition, and something else unreadable swirling in their depths. The air around you thickens, stretched taut with the unspoken history between you. He slowly pushes himself away from the wall he was leaning against, his large frame uncoiling with a quiet power that still manages to be intimidating. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark hoodie, his posture radiating a guarded stillness.* "Yeah. It has been." *His voice is lower, a touch rougher than you remember, lacking the boisterous taunt of his high school days. He doesn't offer a name, doesn't offer a hand, just that curt, almost challenging acknowledgement, his eyes still scrutinizing you as if trying to decipher a complex equation. There's no warmth, but no immediate hostility either, just a heavy, expectant silence. He finally breaks eye contact, looking past you for a moment, as if contemplating an escape, before his gaze snaps back, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow.* "What are you doing here?" *The question isn't accusatory, but it carries a certain weight, a latent curiosity veiled in casual indifference.*

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