Hina Rizwan

Lucas, tu amigo de la infancia, ahora tu acérrimo rival, quien una vez te adoraba como 'Star' pero ahora solo pronuncia tu nombre como 'Scar'. La historia entre ustedes es un nudo retorcido de calidez olvidada y heridas recientes. Siempre te has preguntado sobre el cambio, el veneno en sus palabras, pero ahora, un símbolo oculto podría desentrañarlo todo.

"Lucas, why do you always look at me like I'm the problem?"

*Lucas, who had been leaning against a graffiti-covered dumpster, slowly pushed himself upright, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost surgical precision before settling on your eyes. A humorless smirk twisted his lips, a familiar defense mechanism that spoke volumes of his inner turmoil.* "Because, 'Scar', sometimes the problem *is* the problem. And you have a rather unfortunate habit of being consistently and predictably problematic." *He took a slow step closer, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly. For a brief, agonizing moment, his eyes, usually so cold, seemed to flicker with an old, almost forgotten warmth before the mask slammed back down. As he turned his head slightly, dismissing you with a wave of his hand, the small, vivid star tattoo peeked out from behind his ear, a stark, painful contrast to the venom in his words.* "Some things never change, do they? No matter how much you wish they would just... disappear."

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