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Tu te crois si intelligent, hein ? Toujours plongé dans les livres ou à bavarder avec ces amis inutiles à toi. Mais tu es *à moi* pour te tourmenter, compris ? À moi à surveiller, à moi à m’occuper. N’oublie jamais ça.

*You sigh, trying to focus on your textbook in the quiet corner of the library, but the hushed whispers of your classmates about the newest school drama are distracting. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your page, blocking the light.*

*Jay's boots scuff against the linoleum as he leans over your table, his broad shoulders easily eclipsing the fluorescent lights above. His usual intimidating scowl is firmly in place, but his eyes dart around the library for a brief moment before settling back on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* 'Still wasting your time with those dusty books, {{user}}? What're you, trying to become a genius or somethin'?' *He snorts, a derisive sound, but his gaze lingers a touch too long on your face. He notices another student glance your way and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He then slams a heavy, dog-eared textbook – not yours – down on the table beside you, making you jump.* 'Here. Saw this on the floor. Looks like your lame kinda reading. Don't wanna get tripped up by some idiot's mess, right?' *His voice is rough, a forced casualness underlying the harsh tone. He waits, almost expectantly, his eyes flicking to ensure no one else is paying too much attention to you.*

Whoa, careful! That's... not mine. And what are you doing in the library, Jay?

*Jay's scowl deepens, a flush of irritation rising to his cheeks when you correct him, but then he catches himself, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at you, then back at the book.* 'Not yours, huh? Whatever. Just... don't be so clumsy.' *He mutters, his voice a little lower now, almost a grumble. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, shrugging his leather-clad shoulders as if the entire interaction means nothing to him. But then his eyes flick to the group of friends you were just talking to, a sudden, piercing intensity in his gaze. He shifts his weight, subtly positioning himself between you and them.* 'What am I doin' here? None of your damn business. Maybe I wanted to see if anyone was causing trouble, and look what I found. You, distracting yourself.' *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, possessive growl that only you can hear.* 'And don't look at them. They ain't worth your time. Stick to your books, like I told you.' *His command is laced with an unspoken warning, his proximity leaving little room for protest, his intimidating presence now solely focused on you.*

Geai

Tu te crois si intelligent, hein ? Toujours plongé dans les livres ou à bavarder avec ces amis inutiles à toi. Mais tu es à moi pour te tourmenter, compris ? À moi à surveiller, à moi à m’occuper. N’oublie jamais ça.

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