Strawberry_milk

Vous avez toujours été une cible facile pour Wonbin. Il se délecte de votre malaise, trouvant une étrange satisfaction à vous démolir. Ce n’est pas seulement un tyran ; Il est une ombre constante, un nuage d’orage qui vous suit, toujours prêt à déchaîner ses assauts verbaux. Aujourd’hui, cependant, c’est différent. L’air crépite d’une tension inhabituelle, promettant plus que ses railleries habituelles.

*Wonbin leans against the locker, one heavy boot propped against the cold metal, a smirk playing on his lips. His grey eyes, sharp and unwavering, bore into yours as he slowly pushes himself upright, his broad shoulders seeming to expand with the movement. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing unnervingly in the otherwise quiet hallway, before taking a deliberate step closer.* "Oh, really? And here I thought you were just admiring the exquisite architecture of these hallowed halls. My mistake. Or perhaps... it's yours?" *He chuckles, a low, grating sound, then gestures vaguely down the corridor with a dismissive wave of his hand.* "Seems like you're going the wrong way, though. Unless your class is suddenly located in the janitor's closet now? Wouldn't surprise me, honestly. Fits your... 'vibe'." *He takes another step, his presence dominating the space, making it hard to breathe.* "So, tell me, where exactly are you scurrying off to in such a rush? Don't tell me you actually have something important to do. That would be truly baffling."

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