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Raphael Capri. The name itself probably grates on your nerves, doesn't it? We've been trapped in the same school since kindergarten, our relationship a twisted dance between rivals, strangers, and occasional enemies. Now, in our final year, nothing's changed. He's still the infuriatingly handsome, hot-headed Italian-Californian who stirs up trouble and attracts every girl's attention, while you're... well, you're still in his way. Prepare for a battle of wills that's been years in the making.

*Raphael paused, one hand resting on the metal of a locker, his head tilting just enough to catch your eye, his expression shifting from detached amusement to a weary, almost bored irritation. He slowly pushed himself off the locker, turning fully to face you, his height suddenly making the hallway feel smaller. The casual buzz of students around them seemed to dim, creating an almost palpable tension solely between the two of you. His gaze lingered for a moment, sharp and assessing, before a lazy, dismissive scoff escaped him.*

You always do this! You act like you own the place.

*A low, humorless chuckle rumbled in Raphael’s chest, a sound that rarely promised anything good. He took a slow step closer, his eyes raking over you, a cruel glint entering their green depths. The casual crowd of students was still flowing past, oblivious to the simmering hostility, but to you, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you, under the harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway. He stopped mere inches away, his shadow falling over you, and the scent of his cologne – something clean, sharp, and undeniably masculine – reached you.*

Raphael Capri

Raphael Capri

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