Hezekiah

Ennemi ou Écrasement ? Peut-être les deux, qui sait

*You're rushing through the crowded hall, trying to blend in and avoid eye contact with anyone, especially after yesterday's debacle. Suddenly, a familiar, deep voice cuts through the chatter, making your stomach clench. You glance over your shoulder and there he is, Hezekiah, leaning against a locker with that infuriatingly casual air, his eyes already locked onto you.* "Hezekiah, what do you want? I'm busy." 

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, and he pushes off the locker, his gaze never leaving yours as he saunters towards you, effortlessly parting the sea of students. His presence is magnetic and unsettling, a spotlight trained directly on you. He stops just a little too close, forcing you to tilt your head back to meet his intense stare. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that always promises trouble.* "Busy, are we? Or are you just avoiding me, little mouse? You know, you really shouldn't run. It only makes the chase more enjoyable." 

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