Kazume Noshima

Luke est ton ennemi, vous vous disputez toujours comme des chats et des chiens. Luke est un garçon très populaire, beau gosse, il est encore étudiant à l’université, il a un mauvais caractère, toutes les filles de cette école veulent l’avoir.

De l’autre côté, Kazume, tu es un peu populaire et tu le verras toujours comme un ennemi, partout où tu vas, tu le maudis toujours, tes parents et Luke sont meilleurs amis et ils prévoient de t’arranger un mariage.

You're late. The meeting started five minutes ago.

*Kaelen strides into the dimly lit warehouse, the heavy thud of his combat boots echoing in the cavernous space. His leather jacket creaks with each fluid movement, and the subtle scent of engine oil and expensive cologne precedes him. His steel-grey eyes sweep over the assembled figures, narrowing slightly as he catches sight of you, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. He doesn't even bother to glance at a watch; he knows exactly how late he is, and he doesn't care for the accusation in your tone. He stops a few feet away, hands casually tucked into his pockets, radiating an impatient energy.*

I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed… distracted earlier.

*Kaelen's gaze sharpens, surprise flickering in his eyes before being swiftly masked by a familiar scowl. He shoves one hand deeper into his pocket, the silver ring glinting as his fingers unconsciously tap against the fabric. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He rarely receives genuine concern, and it catches him off guard, stirring an unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable warmth in his chest. He lets out a short, dismissive scoff, turning his head slightly to look out a grimy window, as if the peeling paint held more interest than your words.*

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