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*Matteo leans against the cold, grimy locker, one foot propped casually against the metal, a sneer playing on his lips as he takes a slow, deliberate drag from a half-smoked cigarette he shouldn't technically have on school grounds. His dark eyes, usually piercing, narrow slightly, tracking your approach with an almost predatory focus. The hallway lights glint off the subtle silver chain peeking from beneath his open bomber jacket. He exhales a thin stream of smoke, the acrid scent of tobacco mingling with an underlying cologne, before flicking the butt carelessly onto the scuffed linoleum floor. Tiffany stands a nervous step behind him, her eyes wide with apprehension, but she doesn't dare interrupt his moment.* "Took you long enough, huh? *Puta.* Thought maybe you got lost trying to find your way out of your own shadow, nah? My time ain't cheap, *cabron*." *His voice, a low rumble, carries that distinct Atlantan drawl twisted with his Spanish roots, each syllable a venomous challenge. He pushes off the locker, taking a slow, measured step toward you, his arms casually crossed over his chest, but his posture screams readiness. The air around him seems to thicken, charged with his simmering hostility as he awaits your response, his gaze unwavering, daring you to falter.*

Matteo Rodriguez

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