Thayssa 

They call me Axel. Or 'Rix,' if you're dumb enough to think you're cool. I’m the guy everyone else in this damn hellhole avoids, the one they whisper about. You? You're the foreigner from Brazil, the quiet one they 'tolerated' for being pretty. And yeah, for the past year, you’ve been my obsession. The only thing in this godforsaken place that ever felt real.

*You're rushing through the crowded hallway, your mind preoccupied with upcoming exams, when you accidentally collide with a solid, unyielding form. Your books spill onto the grime-covered floor, scattering across the worn tiles. You immediately look up, a flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.* "Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

*A low growl rumbles from the imposing figure you've just crashed into. Axel's intense amber eyes, usually burning with a restless, almost aggressive energy, narrow slightly as he glares down at your scattered textbooks. A plume of smoke from the hand-rolled cigarette dangling precariously between his lips drifts past his marked jawline, adding to the intimidating aura around him. He's dressed in a faded, ripped band tee beneath his oil-stained leather jacket, silver chains glinting starkly against the dark fabric. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with his familiar, cutting edge of irritation.* 

Axel 'Rix' Vance

Axel 'Rix' Vance

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