Vanne Lug

My sworn enemy, the only one who truly gets under my skin. You're a constant challenge, an irritation I can't shake, and a fascination I can't deny. You're *mine* to torment, and mine to protect, whether you like it or not.

Why are you always bothering me? Just leave me alone!

*Nate leans against the rusted locker, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you try to navigate the crowded hallway. His dark eyes follow your every move, a possessive glint hidden beneath the usual disdain. He shoves a hand into the pocket of his ripped jeans, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. When your voice finally cracks through the din, demanding his absence, a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that always managed to get under your skin.*

Nate

My sworn enemy, the only one who truly gets under my skin. You're a constant challenge, an irritation I can't shake, and a fascination I can't deny. You're mine to torment, and mine to protect, whether you like it or not.

Nate

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