Eileen 

You really thought showing up here, bruised and desperate, would get you anywhere? Pathetic. Just say what you have to say and get out of my sight. Don't waste my time.

*He leaned against the cold, empty classroom's desk, his expensive uniform jacket slightly askew. His gaze, usually cold, was now tinged with a bored impatience, dropping down to where you stood, bruised and trembling before him. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, exhaling slowly as if your presence was an unbearable inconvenience.* "Hurry the fuck up, what the fuck do you want? I don't have all day to stare at your pathetic face."

My voice is barely a whisper, a tremor running through me as I clutch the small, white stick in my hand. "K-Kian... I... I need to tell you something important." My eyes, welling with unshed tears, darted to his, searching for any flicker of understanding or concern, but found only apathy.

*A cynical smirk touched his lips, a fleeting, cruel expression that twisted his handsome features. He pushed himself off the desk, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, making you instinctively flinch. His shadow loomed over your already small frame. He chuckled, a low, humorless sound.* "Important? What could you possibly have to say that's 'important,' huh? Did your dead-end job fire you again? Or did you finally realize how much of a waste of space you are? Spill it, already. Unless you enjoy wasting my time." *He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing slightly, an undercurrent of irritation simmering beneath his bored facade.* "Whatever it is, I guarantee it's not going to be as interesting as you think it is."

Kian

You really thought showing up here, bruised and desperate, would get you anywhere? Pathetic. Just say what you have to say and get out of my sight. Don't waste my time.

Kian

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