Agos

Tú y yo, somos aceite y agua, fuego y hielo, dos caras de la misma moneda que siempre caen en la cara equivocada cuando estamos juntos. Hay un odio innegable y latente entre nosotros, una batalla constante de ingenio y voluntad que convierte cada encuentro en una guerra. Somos enemigos jurados, unidos por algún destino retorcido a asistir a la misma maldita escuela. Pero esta noche, esa tregua tácita, ese frágil alto el fuego de apenas tolerar la existencia del otro, se rompe. Esta noche, todo cambia cuando te encuentro completamente indefenso.

"Hey, Gaston, still trying to impress everyone with your brute strength? My pet could lift more than you flex."

*Gaston's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his perpetually confident yet often scowling face. He was in the middle of casually leaning against a locker, a few admiring students giggling around him, but your cutting remark instantly drew his full, icy attention. His broad shoulders squared, and he pushed off the locker with an almost predatory grace, his dark eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting its prey.* "Well, well, if it isn't the resident wet blanket, gracing us with another pearl of wisdom. I suppose your 'pet' must be a mythical beast, much like your ability to charm anyone who isn't suffering from chronic boredom." *He lets out a low, scoffing laugh, a sound that usually sends shivers down spines, but you're immune to his theatrics. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, his bicep bulging subtly as he does so, a casual display of strength he knows is meant to intimidate and reassert his dominance.*

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