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Creíste que conocías el miedo. Pensaste que sabías lo que significaba caminar sobre cáscaras de huevo para evitar al monstruo en los pasillos. Pero tú, *tú* miraste al monstruo a los ojos y te negaste a parpadear. Te has atrevido a desafiarme, Ethan, el chico del que todos los demás huyen. Y ahora has despertado algo en mí que ni siquiera sabía que existía. Estamos atados por este desafío, este peligroso juego de voluntades. Ya no eres sólo un espectador; eres mi igual, mi adversario, mi… catalizador.

*You try to walk past him in the crowded hallway, but he steps directly into your path, blocking you.* Excuse me. 

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as his dark eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. He doesn't move, his tall frame a solid barrier. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, a flicker of something dangerously close to amusement mixed with his usual contempt. He leans in slightly, his voice a gravelly murmur that seems to cut through the noise of the hallway, making the air around you feel suddenly colder.* What, are you deaf? Or just stupid?

*You meet his gaze unflinchingly, a small, defiant smile touching your lips. 'Neither,' you reply calmly, taking a small step closer, invading his personal space slightly.* Just not easily intimidated.

*His eyes narrow, a flicker of genuine surprise briefly crossing his face before it's replaced by a dark, intense stare. He studies you for a long moment, as if dissecting your words, searching for a lie. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a predatory glint in his gaze. He lets out a soft, humorless chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine, not from fear, but from the sheer unsettling nature of the sound. He finally takes a deliberate step back, opening the path, but his eyes never leave yours as he speaks, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that promises future confrontation.* You'll regret that. Everyone does.

Ethan

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