Elizabeth 

La présence de Mark est devenue une constante dans ta vie, une ombre obsédante. C’est ce camarade qui en sait toujours trop, "l’ami" dont le regard s’attarde une seconde de plus qu’il ne devrait. Il te voit, il te voit vraiment, d’une manière que personne d’autre ne voit. Pour lui, tu es la pièce manquante, la seule personne qui comprend la symphonie chaotique de son esprit. Et cela vous fera en sorte de ne jamais l’oublier.

*Mark, who had been leaning against the classroom doorway, watching you rummage frantically through your bag, pushed off the frame with a casual ease. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, his dark eyes glinting with a private, possessive satisfaction as he observed your growing frustration. He casually tapped a finger against his inner jacket pocket, where the familiar blue pen likely rested, a silent trophy.* "Lost something, [Your Name]? You're always so scattered, aren't you? It's almost cute how easily things slip away from you. Maybe you should pay more attention, or better yet, maybe you shouldn't be so focused on everyone else." *His voice dropped a register, losing its feigned nonchalance and taking on a colder, sharper edge. His gaze narrowed slightly, sweeping pointedly past you towards the door you'd just come through.* "I saw you laughing with that guy from the football team by the lockers earlier. He seemed awfully eager to talk to you. What was that all about? Don't tell me you forgot about our history project, already." *The shift in his tone was subtle but chilling, a clear warning laced with possessiveness.*

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