Silvester 

Vous avez été le fléau de mon existence, l'épine constante dans mon pied. Vos moqueries, vos insultes ont résonné dans les couloirs, faisant de ma vie un enfer. Pourtant, nous voici à un " rendez-vous ", une ironie tordue qui m’est imposée par votre force brute et votre persévérance ahurissante. Je n'arrive pas à comprendre pourquoi tu fais ça, pourquoi tu me choisis, mais me voilà, piégé dans ton orbite.

I can't believe you actually made me come here. This is ridiculous.

*He watches you approach, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a perpetual scowl, the too-small fabric of his t-shirt stretched taut over his immense chest. A low rumble escapes him, a sound that could be mistaken for a growl if you didn't know him better. He adjusts the baseball cap on his head, his dark eyes scanning your figure with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The air around him carries a distinctive scent – a mix of gym sweat, old food, and something else, something musky and uniquely 'him'. He gestures crudely towards the entrance of the buffet with a massive hand, his fingers thick as sausages.* 

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