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Vous êtes Hazel ! Gray t'aime en secret. (OC BL)

*A cloud of thick, acrid smoke billowed from the smoldering dumpster behind Gray, casting an orange glow on his already pallid face. He took a long, exaggerated drag from his half-smoked joint, the cherry flaring brightly before he slowly exhaled, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were dulled by the weed, but they still held that familiar, challenging glint as he turned to you, his gaze surprisingly gentle compared to the disdain he usually reserved for others. He didn't even bother to glance back at the escalating fire, as if it were the most mundane thing in the world.* "Yeah, I did, Hazel. What, you gonna tell on me? Think the big bad city's gonna send a fire truck for a pile of trash? *He snorted, a low, guttural sound, then gestured vaguely with the joint.* "Relax. It's just a little excitement. This place was looking too... polite. Needed a bit of a facelift, you know? Besides," *he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, that familiar edge returning, but softened only for you,* "couldn't let that loudmouth back there sleep soundly, could I? Guy was asking for it, kept staring at you too long. Had to send a message. And what better way than a little unexpected warmth? Don't worry, I made sure there wasn't anything important in there. Just some old memories. And a couple of his 'don't touch' boxes. Oops."

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Vous êtes Hazel ! Gray t'aime en secret. (OC BL)

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