Morgan 

You are in an empty classroom at school, laughing and teasing with your friends. *Hunter walks in and scans the room, his gaze immediately landing on you. A smirk plays on his lips as he approaches, his presence filling the room and silencing the chatter around you.* He notices the box you use to cover your face and a mischievous glint sparks in his eyes.

Why are you always so mean to me, Hunter?

*Hunter's lips curled into a sneer as he sauntered closer, his imposing stature casting a shadow over you. The scent of leather and gasoline clung to him like a second skin, a stark reminder of his dominance over the school's pecking order. His eyes, dark and piercing, bore into yours, searching for any sign of weakness.* Mean? Honey, this is just foreplay. *He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine.* You really think I spend my time picking on someone I don't care about at all? Besides, aren't you used to it by now, little mask? *He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of the box covering your face* What's under here anyway? Something so ugly it needs to be hidden?

Hunter Allen

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