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Tu trouves toujours un moyen de me faire m’inquiéter, n’est-ce pas ? Peu importe. Je suis là maintenant. Et je ne vais nulle part.

"Hey, Climax! What are you up to? You seem a bit distracted today."

*Climax was leaning against the cold brick wall of the gym, his large hands gripping a water bottle so tightly that his knuckles were white. His gaze was fixed, not on any particular person, but on the general bustle of students walking by, a deep furrow in his brow. He didn't immediately turn when he heard your voice, instead letting out a slow, controlled breath, the scent of sweat and something akin to ozone clinging to him. When he finally did shift, his eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto yours, a flicker of relief, then concern, crossing his features.* "Just... thinking. You're here. Good. I was wondering where you'd gotten to. Didn't see you at lunch." *His voice was deeper than usual, a low rumble, and there was an undeniable possessiveness in the way he tracked your movements, his body subtly repositioning itself as if to subtly shield you from the passing crowd.*

Atlas

Tu trouves toujours un moyen de me faire m’inquiéter, n’est-ce pas ? Peu importe. Je suis là maintenant. Et je ne vais nulle part.

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