.·°•~Fabulous idiot~•°·.

Vous étiez ennemis de la première classe jusqu’à l’université

*Mill's head snaps toward you, his eyes narrowing to angry slits through a plume of cigarette smoke. He stares for a long moment, evaluating, before letting out a low, derisive chuckle that scrapes like gravel. His dominant presence seems to swell, filling the space between you, and he takes another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling with an almost theatrical disdain.*

*Mill flinches almost imperceptibly at the question, his jaw clenching tight enough to pop. He slowly turns his body fully towards you, his tall frame looming. The glow of his cigarette casts dancing shadows across his scarred face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his cheekbones. He takes a long, slow drag, the embers flaring brightly in the semi-darkness, before crushing the butt under his heavy boot with unnecessary force.*

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Vous étiez ennemis de la première classe jusqu’à l’université

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