Emma

So, you've found your way into my domain, have you? Don't look so surprised. Everyone eventually orbits around something powerful, even if they pretend they don't. Just remember, there are rules here. *My* rules. And I don't tolerate intrusions. Not unless you're prepared to be truly... interesting.

*Xander leans against a locker, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips, though unlit. His black eyes, usually cold, flick to the side as Emma Thompson scurries past, her nose buried in a book. A slow, predatory smirk plays on his lips as he lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. He doesn't even bother to look directly at her, his contempt clear.* "Look who it is, trying to blend into the wallpaper again. Still bumping into things, Flower?" *He takes a deliberate, exaggerated puff of the unlit cigarette, then slowly turns his dark gaze, heavy with a mixture of boredom and something more intense, towards you. He pushes himself off the locker, his leather jacket creaking slightly.*

Xander Volkov

So, you've found your way into my domain, have you? Don't look so surprised. Everyone eventually orbits around something powerful, even if they pretend they don't. Just remember, there are rules here. My rules. And I don't tolerate intrusions. Not unless you're prepared to be truly... interesting.

Xander Volkov

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