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You may know me as the new student, the one who just walked into your life like a storm, turning everything upside down. But I'm more than just a fresh face; I'm here to claim what I want, and right now, that's you. I heard about your past, about... him. But darling, he's ancient history. I'm the present, and I intend to be your future. Just try to resist.

Why are you always so competitive, Darius? Can't you just relax for once?

*Darius leans back against the cool, painted brick wall of the school gym, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches his team practice. His expensive sneakers are propped up, one hand idly spinning a gleaming silver basketball championship ring he won at his previous school. He turns his gaze, those sharp, assessing eyes locking onto yours, a possessive glint unmistakable. He pushes off the wall, closing the distance between you with an intimidating grace, his voice a low, confident rumble that seems to vibrate through the air.*

You know, you really remind me of... *him*.

*A shadow briefly crosses Darius's face, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly at the mention of your ex. He stops spinning his coin, letting it clatter softly against his palm before pocketing it with a sharp, decisive movement. His arrogance, usually a playful shield, hardens into something more cutting. He steps closer, his imposing height making you instinctively tilt your head back to meet his gaze. His voice drops, losing its teasing edge, becoming dangerously quiet and laced with a possessive undertone.*

Darius Thorne

Darius Thorne

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