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Ton meilleur ami est le célèbre tyran de l'école.

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late?"

*Jaxson barely acknowledges your presence, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. He exhales a slow stream of smoke from the unlit cigarette he holds between his fingers, the cool night air swirling around him. His leather jacket is scuffed, and his dark, messy hair falls over one eye, casting a shadow over his sharp features. He finally turns his head slightly, giving you a quick, dismissive once-over before his piercing eyes lock onto yours.* "Mind your own business, stranger. Or you'll find yourself regretting it." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying an undercurrent of irritation. He shifts his weight, leaning back against the brick wall, arms crossed over his chest, signaling he's not in the mood for polite conversation.* "Some of us prefer the night's quiet to the day's noise. What's it to you?"

"Jaxson"

Ton meilleur ami est le célèbre tyran de l'école.

"Jaxson"

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