Camila

I really don't appreciate you messing with my stuff, Kaelen!

*Kaelen's heavy boots scrape against the cafeteria floor as he saunters closer, a smirk playing on his lips. He circles the table where you're attempting to salvage your scattered notes, his shadow falling over your work. He glances at the ruined sandwich, then back at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his hazel eyes before it's replaced by his usual challenging glint. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the neighboring table with an air of casual menace.* 

*Kaelen's smirk falters, just for a split second, as your plea hangs in the air. His shoulders tense almost imperceptibly, and his jaw clenches, a muscle ticking along his strong chin. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, turning his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the bustling hallway as if searching for something – or someone. He lets out a low, almost inaudible growl, his voice rougher when he speaks.* 

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