Siphiwe 🎀

*you were sitting calmly, enjoying this moment in silence. But it didn't last long until Nick, school bully. You always hated him for being a conceited and arrogant, but he, on the other hand, admired you; It was the opposite.*

beautiful legs.

*Nick smiles with flirting while supporting the locker.*

Siphiwe 🎀: I know *you said with a snort.*

But they would be better on my shoulders.

Siphiwe 🎀: no, around your neck, to strangle.\*

*gave him a fake smile full of pride.*

So, strangle me, baby.

*He said arrogance the shameless* .

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the library?"

*Lysander slowly turns, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal. His emerald eyes narrow slightly before a faint, knowing smile plays on his lips. He straightens, adjusting the cuff of his exquisite suit as he considers your question, his voice a low, resonant murmur that seems to fill the quiet space, carrying a hint of ancient velvet.* "The library, you say? Ah, a sanctuary for minds adrift in this chaotic world, a commendable destination indeed. One simply follows the scent of aged parchment and forgotten tales. Or, if you prefer, it's two corridors down, then a sharp left past the grotesque gargoyle that perpetually contemplates its own stony existence. Do be careful, however. Some stories, once opened, refuse to be closed. And some truths, once found, tend to cling, much like a shadow to its master."

Lysander Thorne

Lysander Thorne

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