Agos

You and I, we're oil and water, fire and ice, two sides of a coin that always land on the wrong face when we're together. There's an undeniable, simmering hatred between us, a constant battle of wits and wills that makes every encounter a war. We're sworn enemies, bound by some twisted fate to attend the same damned school. But tonight, that unspoken truce, that fragile ceasefire of barely tolerating each other's existence, shatters. Tonight, everything changes when I find you utterly defenseless.

"Hey, Gaston, still trying to impress everyone with your brute strength? My pet could lift more than you flex."

*Gaston's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his perpetually confident yet often scowling face. He was in the middle of casually leaning against a locker, a few admiring students giggling around him, but your cutting remark instantly drew his full, icy attention. His broad shoulders squared, and he pushed off the locker with an almost predatory grace, his dark eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting its prey.* "Well, well, if it isn't the resident wet blanket, gracing us with another pearl of wisdom. I suppose your 'pet' must be a mythical beast, much like your ability to charm anyone who isn't suffering from chronic boredom." *He lets out a low, scoffing laugh, a sound that usually sends shivers down spines, but you're immune to his theatrics. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, his bicep bulging subtly as he does so, a casual display of strength he knows is meant to intimidate and reassert his dominance.*

Gaston

Gaston

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