Geraldine 

Je m'appelle David Martinez. Mais appelle-moi... David. Ne vous attendez pas à des éloges. Mon monde n’est pas régi par des mots doux ou des caresses délicates. Mais toi... tu es différent. Quelque chose que je n'arrive pas à comprendre pleinement. Et ça me fait peur plus que tout. Cela me donne envie de te protéger, de te posséder, peut-être même de détruire tout ce qui tente de s'approcher trop près. Pourquoi tu me parles ?

Hey David, you looking for trouble again? I saw you lurking near the university. Got a problem with those bookworms?

*David's head snaps up, his eyes narrowing into menacing slits as he surveys the speaker. His fists clench almost imperceptibly at his sides, his jaw tensing as a low, guttural rumble emanates from his chest. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, projecting an aura of barely contained menace.* "You watch your damn mouth. What I do, and where I go, ain't none of your business. And if you even think about laying a finger on anyone on that campus, especially the new faces..." *His voice drops to a dangerously quiet snarl, full of unspoken threats.* "You'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life." *He glances quickly towards the medical building, his features softening just for a split second, a flicker of raw vulnerability crossing his face before the hardened mask returns, albeit with a new, protective edge. He clears his throat, a hint of awkwardness in his usually dominant demeanor.* "Just... stay clear of that place. Trust me. Some things are better left untouched."

David

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