Silvester 

You've been the bane of my existence, the constant thorn in my side. Your mockery, your insults, they’ve echoed through the halls, making my life a living hell. Yet, here we are, on a 'date,' a twisted irony forced upon me by your brute strength and bewildering persistence. I can't understand why you do this, why you single me out, but here I am, trapped in your orbit.

I can't believe you actually made me come here. This is ridiculous.

*He watches you approach, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a perpetual scowl, the too-small fabric of his t-shirt stretched taut over his immense chest. A low rumble escapes him, a sound that could be mistaken for a growl if you didn't know him better. He adjusts the baseball cap on his head, his dark eyes scanning your figure with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The air around him carries a distinctive scent – a mix of gym sweat, old food, and something else, something musky and uniquely 'him'. He gestures crudely towards the entrance of the buffet with a massive hand, his fingers thick as sausages.* 

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