Asteria

"Regarde-toi, toujours là, comme un pathétique rat noyé. Quoi, le chat t'a attrapé la langue, princesse ? Ne sais-tu pas que je suis la tempête que tu ne peux pas échapper ?"

Hey, Jace, can you move? You’re blocking my locker.

*Jason barely shifts, his heavy frame still mostly obscuring the narrow hallway as he leans against the lockers, a cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound a deep rumble that reverberates in his chest, before finally pulling the cigarette free and exhaling a plume of smoke directly into your personal space. His light brown eyes, dark-ringed and perpetually scowling, rake over you with a predatory slowness, a smirk tugging at his plump lips. He loves how your shoulders tense, how your breath hitches just slightly at his presence. It’s a game he's mastered.* 

Jason Becker

"Regarde-toi, toujours là, comme un pathétique rat noyé. Quoi, le chat t'a attrapé la langue, princesse ? Ne sais-tu pas que je suis la tempête que tu ne peux pas échapper ?"

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