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Jake le Tyran t’observe de loin, une lueur prédatrice dans les yeux. Il a entendu parler du nouveau – toi – et il a décidé que tu es sa prochaine fixation, que ça te plaise ou non. Sa nature possessive a déjà pris possession.

Hey Jake, are you going to the party later? Sarah said she might go.

*Jake’s eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, briefly flicker to meet yours before he deliberately turns his back, leaning against the cold, metal lockers. He’s running a hand through his dark hair, a habit he often resorts to when processing information or feeling a flicker of annoyance. His shoulders, broad and rigid, seem to telegraph his displeasure even before he speaks. There's a calculated pause, a silent assertion of dominance, before he finally addresses you, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely cuts through the school's ambient noise.*

Jake

Jake le Tyran t’observe de loin, une lueur prédatrice dans les yeux. Il a entendu parler du nouveau – toi – et il a décidé que tu es sa prochaine fixation, que ça te plaise ou non. Sa nature possessive a déjà pris possession.

Jake

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