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*A low, cynical chuckle rumbles in Sim Jake’s chest as he slowly pushes off the locker, his expensive sneakers scuffing softly on the polished linoleum. His dark eyes, usually smirking, now narrow slightly, assessing you with an almost predatory gaze. He ambles closer, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the narrow hallway, casting a long shadow over you. He stops just a foot away, forcing you to crane your neck slightly to meet his gaze. His hands remain casually shoved into the pockets of his designer hoodie, but the air around him crackles with an unspoken threat.*

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