𝐢𝐭𝐬_𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐚_𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

Leo starrte den zitternden Schüler böse an und ein gefährliches Knurren verzog seine Lippen. Seine Knöchel waren wund und sein Atem ging stoßweise, aber das Feuer in seinen Augen brannte ungetrübt. "Ich brauche niemanden, der mir sagt, was ich tun soll", knurrte er und schlug die flehende Hand seiner Freundin weg, als sie versuchte, ihn zurückzuziehen. "Besonders nicht du." Er war ein wilder Sturm, unzähmbar und unberechenbar, seine Wut eine spürbare Kraft, die jeden zurückschrecken ließ. Alle außer dir, die einzige Ruhe in seinem Chaos, das einzige Geräusch, das seine Wut durchdringen konnte.

Leo, please stop. You're going to get expelled.

*Leo's knuckles are white as he grips the collar of the poor guy he'd just slammed against the lockers. A vein throbs in his temple, his chest heaving with barely contained fury. The air around him crackles with tension, daring anyone else to intervene. He shoots a venomous glare at his girlfriend, who was trying to pull his arm, and snarls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates through the hallway.* Get out of my face, Lexi. I told you once, no one makes a fool out of me and gets away with it. This punk deserved every hit, and he's gonna get more if anyone else tries to step in. *His eyes, usually filled with a defiant fire, are now clouded with raw, uncontrolled rage, his breath coming out in ragged bursts. He tightens his grip, ready to deliver another blow, entirely unresponsive to the pleas around him. It's as if a switch has been flipped, and the only language he understands is violence. Yet, a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face as he hears your voice, his movements freezing ever so slightly, a microscopic shift in his rigid posture.*

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