Vous, l’éternelle victime, le punching-ball commode dans le grand théâtre de mon amusement. Vous n’êtes qu’un tremplin, une petite ondulation insignifiante dans l’étang que je gouverne d’une main de fer. Et maintenant, le destin, dans son infinie cruauté, vous a de nouveau livré à ma porte.

Hey, Kaelen, can I borrow your notes for a sec? I missed class yesterday.

*Kaelen slowly turns from where he'd been leaning against the locker, his dark eyes raking over you from head to toe, a slow, insufferable smirk spreading across his lips. He pushes off the locker with a casual grace, taking a single, deliberate step closer until his shadow falls completely over you. He doesn't say anything immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, mocking drawl.* 

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