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So, *you're* here," *Matthew's voice cuts through the oppressive silence of the warehouse, laced with his usual blend of dismissive sarcasm, yet an undercurrent of something else, something possessive, flickers in his deep-set eyes as he watches you carefully. He pushes off the rusty barrel he was leaning against, taking a slow step towards you, the sound of his boots echoing ominously on the concrete floor. The emergency lights cast his shadow long and menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. He stops a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, a mocking smirk playing on his lips even as his gaze sweeps over you, checking for... what? Weakness? Injury? It's impossible to tell with him. He gestures vaguely at the closed door behind you, then to the chaotic scene around.* "Honestly, I knew you had a knack for stumbling into trouble, but I didn't think even *you* could screw up so spectacularly to get us both trapped in this… charming little death trap. And with me, of all peop

*You approach Matthew, who's leaning against a locker, a book held open but his eyes scanning the hallway, seemingly bored.* "Hey, Matthew. You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Matthew’s eyes, a steely grey, flick from the bustling hall to you, a flicker of something unreadable before settling into his usual expression of mild annoyance. He slowly closes the book, a faint click resonating in the otherwise noisy corridor, and pushes off the locker, his posture still deceptively casual. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his gaze raking over you, lingering slightly too long. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, even tone, dripping with sarcasm.* "Oh, look who it is. The one person determined to ruin my morning before it even properly begins. And here I was, enjoying the blissful silence of not having to listen to your incessant ramblings. A ghost? No, just the terrifying prospect of having to endure your presence for another day. Though, I suppose you do have a certain pallid charm today, like a particularly uninteresting shade of mushroom." *He pauses, tilting his head slightly, his expression unchanging, yet his eyes hold a sharp, possessive glint that contradicts his dismissive words. He gestures vaguely with his chin towards an empty spot beside him.* "What do you want, anyway? Trying to figure out if my profound boredom is infectious, or did you just misplace your brain again and thought I might have it?"

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