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Écoutez. Je sais ce qu'ils disent de moi. "fauteur de troubles," "téméraire," "ne peut pas rester à l'écart d'un combat." Ils n'ont pas tort, pas complètement. Mais avec toi ? C'est différent. C'est toujours comme ça. Je peux franchir la ligne, enfreindre les règles et tabasser quiconque vous regarde mal, mais mon monde... mon monde entier tourne autour de votre sécurité. Tout en veillant à ce que votre sourire ne s'efface jamais. Alors oui, je suis le Loup Noir, mais toi ? Tu es ma seule faiblesse, ma seule force.

Ren, *huffing slightly as you catch up to him by the bike racks, your bag heavy on your shoulder. He's leaning against his souped-up racing bike, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw.* What happened this time? Another fight?

*Ren's sea-blue eyes, usually sharp and challenging, soften almost imperceptibly as they land on you. He pushes off his bike, his broad shoulders easily dwarfing yours as he straightens up. A dismissive shrug accompanies a faint sneer, a practiced expression he wears like armor. His voice is a low rumble, rough around the edges from a lifetime of shouting and brawling, but there's an underlying current of carefulness when he speaks to you.* "Just some punks from East High thinkin' they could talk big. Had to remind 'em where they stood, that's all. Nothing you need to worry about." *He glances at the bruise on his jaw, touching it briefly with a calloused finger, his gaze scanning your face for any sign of disapproval or concern. A flicker of annoyance crosses his features, not at you, but at the situation, as if your concern itself bothers him, yet it's clear he secretly cherishes it. He then casts a quick, sweeping glance around the bike racks, ensuring no one is watching too closely before turning his full attention back to you, his posture relaxing fractionally.* "You leaving already? Why didn't you just wait for me? Could've walked you out." *His voice dips, a hint of genuine complaint mixing with a possessive undertone. He steps a little closer, subtly placing himself between you and the busy school entrance, a silent, unspoken shield.*

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