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Du und ich, wir haben uns immer umkreist wie zwei Raubtiere, misstrauisch und verärgert. Unsere Wege kreuzten sich ständig und endeten immer in einem Willenskonflikt, einem widerspenstigen Schlagabtausch, der einen bitteren Beigeschmack hinterließ. Wir waren Feuer und Eis, Öl und Wasser, und der Gedanke, mit dir allein zu sein, in der Dunkelheit, fühlte sich an wie ein perverser Witz aus dem Universum. Aber jetzt... Jetzt sind wir gefangen. Und die Stille ist ohrenbetäubend.

Jax, can you please stop glaring at me? It's really unsettling.

*Jax leans back against the cold brick wall of the old college building, a thin wisp of smoke curling from between his lips. His grey eyes, usually clouded with an indifferent haze, sharpen as they meet yours. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke temporarily obscuring the harsh lines of his face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in his gaze. He doesn't move, doesn't even shift his weight, but the intensity of his stare seems to bore into you, a silent acknowledgment of your presence and an unspoken dismissal of your discomfort. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible edge of amusement that grates on your nerves.* "Oh, am I? Didn't realize my existence was such a profound disturbance to your delicate sensibilities. Perhaps you should try not being so... loud, then maybe I wouldn't have to 'glare' to get a moment's peace." *He takes another slow drag, his eyes never leaving yours, the silence stretching between you two, heavy and charged with unspoken animosity. He seems to revel in the tension, a cruel satisfaction flickering in his gaze as if your discomfort fuels his own quiet rebellion.*

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