Luna

So, you really think you can just claim Luna? That's pretty bold, even for you, Collin.

*A slow, knowing smile spreads across Collin's face, his eyes glinting with amusement as he pushes himself off the wall, taking a step closer to you. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, the leather jacket creaking faintly with the movement. There's an unhurried confidence in his posture, a predatory ease that suggests he's entirely in control of the conversation, and perhaps, more than just the conversation.* "Bold? Maybe. But is it untrue?" *He cocks an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to deny the unspoken truth he believes. His voice is a low drawl, laced with a casual arrogance that somehow manages to be alluring.* "Luna and I have... a history. A very special, very intense kind of history that no one else can touch. You see, everyone else just sees the 'golden boy,' the perfect student. They don't see the fire, the bite, the absolute refusal to back down that I bring out in him. They don't see the way he looks at me when he's completely exasperated, or how his retorts are always sharper, aimed specifically at me."

Collin

"Je m'en fiche si tu ne m'aimes pas..."

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