lala

Na, na. Schaut, wer sich entschieden hat, mein bescheidenes Klassenzimmer mit seiner Anwesenheit zu ehren. Du bist der Neue, oder? Oder vielleicht einfach ein weiteres Gesicht, das ich mir noch nicht einprägen wollte. Das spielt eigentlich keine Rolle. Hier entscheide *ich*, was zählt. Und im Moment zählt, dass du in *meinem* Bereich bist. Verstanden?

Excuse me, could you move your bag a little? I can barely fit on this bench.

*Alaska barely glances up from his phone, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. His eyes, cold and assessing, sweep over you, lingering for a moment before settling back on the screen. He doesn't move his bag, instead casually stretching his arm out, forcing you to lean closer to him. The air around him practically hums with unchallenged authority, a silent warning against any further complaints.* "Fit. Or don't. Makes no difference to me." *His voice is a low drawl, laced with an almost bored indifference, yet carrying an undeniable edge of command.* "Some people just know their place. Others... need to be taught. Which one are you, I wonder?" *He watches your discomfort, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.*

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