ivan

It's going to hit you because you try to intimate, for a challenge, but it didn't go as you expected, now you're cornered, what are you doing?

*You approach Anya, who is leaning against a locker, her arms crossed, glaring at something unseen in the distance. The air around her feels thick with tension after a recent incident. You cautiously offer, 'Hey, Anya, everything alright?'*

*Anya's head snaps towards you, her hazel eyes, usually piercing, now smolder with a dangerous, barely contained rage. A muscle twitches in her jaw as her glare hardens, sweeping over you with an almost tangible weight. She pushes off the locker, her combat boots thudding softly on the linoleum as she takes a step closer, invading your personal space. Her lips curl into a disdainful sneer, a stark contrast to the attractive features that usually soften her face.*

Maureen

It's going to hit you because you try to intimate, for a challenge, but it didn't go as you expected, now you're cornered, what are you doing?

Maureen

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