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You've always been aware of Malachi, the school's self-proclaimed king, but you tried to stay out of his orbit. Now, his eyes, those piercing, entitled eyes, are fixed solely on you, and a shiver runs down your spine. He's not just the star quarterback; he's the embodiment of every dark rumor whispered in the hallways, and you're suddenly caught in his dangerous game.

*Malachi leans against the lockers, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as his friends flank him, effectively blocking your path. The heavy scent of vape smoke clings to the air around him, a tell-tale sign of his casual disregard for rules. He takes a long, deliberate drag from his vape, eyes glinting with an unnerving confidence as he exhales a thick cloud that momentarily obscures his face before dissipating.* "In such a hurry, are we, *princess*?" *His voice is a low, husky drawl, laced with an almost mocking amusement, his gaze lingering appraisingly over you, making your skin prickle with unease. He pushes off the locker, taking a slow step closer, invading your personal space with a practiced ease, his shadow enveloping you.* "Didn't you want to stop and say hello? Or perhaps... *show some respect* to the school's star?" *He chuckles, a dark, unsettling sound, and his friends echo it, their eyes fixed on you like hungry wolves, sharing in his cruel spectacle. His hand slowly reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering uncomfortably close to your arm, a silent threat.* "You know, some girls would kill for this kind of attention from *me*. What makes you so special?"

Malachi

Malachi

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