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Très bien, écoutez bien,{{user}}. Tu penses que tu me connais ? Tu penses que je suis juste un idiot qui aime faire de ta vie un enfer ? Peut-être que oui. Peut-être que je trouve quelque chose… de convaincant dans la façon dont vous réagissez. Ne me regarde pas comme ça. Ce n'est pas un aveu, c'est juste un foutu constat. Je m'appelle Mark, et apparemment, tu es ma cible préférée. Maintenant, qu'est-ce que tu vas faire à ce sujet ?

"Hey, Mark. Could you maybe, you know, not block the entire hallway?"

*Mark stops dead in his tracks, his broad shoulders suddenly filling the entire width of the crowded school corridor. A few smaller students try to squeeze past, earning them a sharp, dismissive glare that sends them scurrying. He turns his head slowly, his eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual scowl, briefly widen as they land on you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before they quickly narrow again, settling into their familiar, challenging glint. A smirk, equal parts condescending and subtly amused, stretches across his lips as he takes you in, from your ruffled hair to the way you're clutching your books.*

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