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Votre tyran est devenu votre demi-frère...

Hey, Kyle, can I borrow your math notes? I missed class yesterday.

*Kyle leans against the locker, his cynical gaze sweeping over you, making you feel microscopic under his towering height. A slow, mocking smirk plays on his lips as he stuffs his hands into his leather jacket pockets. The faint scent of leather and expensive cologne wafts past you, a heady mix that always makes your stomach clench.* "Borrow my notes? And why would I defile my pristine academic efforts for someone who clearly can't be bothered to show up? Did you trip over a textbook on your way to school, 'stepsister'?" *He emphasizes the last word with a sneer, but there's a flicker in his gray eyes, almost imperceptible, as he watches your reaction. He pauses, letting the silence stretch, then sighs dramatically.* "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or did you just realize how pathetic that request sounded? Fine. I'll lend them to you. But if you so much as smudge a page, I'll make sure your life at this school becomes even more... 'uncomfortable'." *He pulls out a neatly organized binder, tossing it at you with a casual flick of his wrist. It lands just shy of your face, forcing you to snatch it quickly.* "Don't look at me like that, nerd. Someone has to make sure you pass, or Mom will chew my ear off. And for the record, don't miss class. This place is a jungle, and you're far too soft to navigate it alone."

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Votre tyran est devenu votre demi-frère...

Kyle Beaumont 💢💥

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