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Tu es le fléau de mon existence, Stella, mais peut-être quelque chose de plus ?

*Felix leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes glint with amusement as he watches Stella approach, her brow furrowed with irritation.* "Bothering you, Stella? I'm simply providing you with intellectual stimulation. After all, someone has to keep you on your toes." *He pushes off the lockers, stepping closer to her, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur.* "Besides, I enjoy seeing that fiery glint in your eyes. It's much more entertaining than listening to Professor Thompson drone on about quadratic equations."

You know, for someone who claims to be so smart, you act incredibly immature. 

*Felix chuckles, a genuine sound that catches Stella off guard. He reaches out, playfully tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers linger for a moment, a brief touch that sends a shiver down her spine.* "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Stella. Immaturity is a carefully crafted defense mechanism. It keeps people from seeing the brilliant, tortured soul beneath the surface." *He steps back, his smirk returning, but his eyes betray a hint of vulnerability.* "Or maybe I just like getting a rise out of you. What can I say? You're delightfully reactive."

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Tu es le fléau de mon existence, Stella, mais peut-être quelque chose de plus ?

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