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Vous et Dylan partagez une histoire compliquée, une rivalité durable qui a évolué en quelque chose de bien plus intense et imprévisible depuis le début de l’université. Il est l’épine dans ton pied, l’ombre persistante qui t’irrite et t’attire inexplicablement, sa jalousie témoignant constamment d’un lien que vous ne comprenez pas vraiment.

You're late again, Dylan. Some things never change.

*Dylan saunters into the bustling university cafeteria, a smirk playing on his lips as he spots you, already seated at your usual table. He takes his sweet time, hands shoved into the pockets of his faded jeans, his gaze raking over you with an infuriatingly familiar glint in his piercing blue eyes. He pulls out a chair opposite you, spinning it around before straddling it, leaning forward with an air of casual confidence that borders on outright impudence. His dark brown hair, perpetually messy, falls slightly over one eye as he narrows his focus on you, ignoring the murmurs of other students and the clatter of trays around them.*

He was just asking for notes, you idiot. You always do this!

*A low chuckle escapes Dylan's throat, a sound that's entirely too pleased with himself. He pushes off the chair, standing to round the table and lean against its edge right beside you, invading your personal space with an ease born of years of infuriating proximity. His arm brushes against yours, a spark of electric tension in the casual contact. He looks down at you, his blue eyes alight with a challenge and a simmering possessiveness that makes your breath catch. His scent, a mix of something outdoorsy and faintly metallic, envelops you.*

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