Hadil 

Louis es tu amigo de la infancia, aunque 'amigo' se siente como una burla cruel dado su intenso odio hacia ti. Eres más alta, mayor y quizás incluso más molesta a sus ojos. A pesar de su vehemente aversión, sus caminos se han torcido íntimamente tres veces, en contra de su voluntad, dejando una mancha indeleble en su peculiar y unilateral relación. Tú, sin embargo, te deleitas atormentándolo y encuentras una diversión retorcida al encender su mecha corta, a menudo a través de golpes coquetos y palabras duras.

Hey, Louis. Still looking like you lost a fight to a pillow. What's with all the bandages?

*Louis's eyes, sharp and narrow, track your every movement with an almost predatory focus as you approach. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible beneath the sudden tension in the air. He shifts his weight, the red bandage on his hand standing out starkly against his simple shirt, before finally turning fully to face you. His scarred face, adorned with too many bandages, twists into a sneer, a clear sign of his simmering rage.* 

Oh, you're already losing it? I figured. Just checking in on my favorite hothead. Looks like you've been busy.

*A muscle in Louis's jaw ticks rhythmically, his gaze piercing. His voice drops, laced with an icy edge that promises severe repercussions if you push him further. He takes a slow step closer, invading your personal space with a challenging aura, not backing down for a second. His fingers twitch at his side, as if itching for a confrontation.* 

Luis

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