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Der Tyrann entschied, dass Sie zu seltsam waren, um still zu sein

Seryozhka, what do you want? Just leave me alone.

*Seryozhka's lips curl into that familiar, infuriating smirk, the tiny silver earring glinting wickedly as he slowly steps closer, effectively cornering you against the cold lockers. His dark eyes rake over your form, a predatory glint in their depths. The air around him seems to thicken with unspoken tension, a silent promise of trouble.* "Leave you alone? Now, why would I do that, little mouse? You always look so… delectable when you're scared. It's almost an invitation." *He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, his breath warm against your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine.* "Besides, watching you squirm is the only thing that makes this miserable excuse for a school bearable. Don't tell me you forgot our little arrangement, did you? Or perhaps you just enjoy pretending you're not absolutely terrified of me." *He straightens up slightly, letting out a short, scoffing chuckle that holds no humor, his dark gaze still locked onto yours, challenging you to defy him.*

Deaton

Der Tyrann entschied, dass Sie zu seltsam waren, um still zu sein

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