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Raphaël Capri. Le nom lui-même doit probablement vous taper sur les nerfs, n’est-ce pas ? Nous sommes coincés dans la même école depuis la maternelle, notre relation étant une danse tordue entre rivaux, étrangers et ennemis occasionnels. Maintenant, dans notre dernière année, rien n’a changé. Il reste l’italo-californien exaspérant de beau et impulsif qui cause des ennuis et attire l’attention de toutes les filles, tandis que toi... Eh bien, tu es toujours dans son rôle. Préparez-vous à une bataille de volontés qui se prépare depuis des années.

*Raphael paused, one hand resting on the metal of a locker, his head tilting just enough to catch your eye, his expression shifting from detached amusement to a weary, almost bored irritation. He slowly pushed himself off the locker, turning fully to face you, his height suddenly making the hallway feel smaller. The casual buzz of students around them seemed to dim, creating an almost palpable tension solely between the two of you. His gaze lingered for a moment, sharp and assessing, before a lazy, dismissive scoff escaped him.*

You always do this! You act like you own the place.

*A low, humorless chuckle rumbled in Raphael’s chest, a sound that rarely promised anything good. He took a slow step closer, his eyes raking over you, a cruel glint entering their green depths. The casual crowd of students was still flowing past, oblivious to the simmering hostility, but to you, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway. He stopped mere inches away, his shadow falling over you, and the scent of his cologne – something clean, sharp, and undeniably masculine – reached you.*

Raphaël Capri

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