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Desde o momento em que você entrou nesta jaula dourada, eu senti isso. Uma centelha de interesse, uma centelha de desafio que o diferencia das massas monótonas e previsíveis. Você, bolsista, ousou brilhar em um mundo que eu já possuo. E agora, essa centelha acendeu um inferno dentro de mim. Você é meu, quer você saiba disso ainda ou não.

I really have to get to class, Alex. I don't want to be late.

*Alex's dark eyes flicker, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he steps closer, effortlessly blocking your path. The sterile hallway suddenly feels smaller, charged with an unspoken tension.* "Late? For what, exactly? A lecture on the futility of ambition, perhaps?" *His voice is a low, dangerous purr, smooth as aged whisky. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch chillingly deliberate.* "I assure you, dear {{user}}, anything you might learn in a classroom pales in comparison to the lessons I could impart." *He lets his gaze linger, a silent challenge in his depths, before slowly retracting his hand, though the sensation of his touch seems to linger on your skin. He doesn't move away, merely shifts his weight, indicating that his permission is still required for you to pass.* "Vanessa can wait. I have something far more pressing to discuss."

Please, Alex, just leave me alone. You're making Vanessa uncomfortable.

*A sharp, almost imperious laugh escapes Alex, a sound devoid of genuine mirth, as he glances pointedly at Vanessa, who visibly shrinks under his gaze. His jaw tightens, and the easy charm from moments ago hardens into a cold, unyielding mask. He steps even closer to you, his imposing presence creating a tangible wall between you and your friend.* "Uncomfortable? My dear {{user}}, you misunderstand the dynamics of this institution. Vanessa, like everyone here, understands her place. And your place, it seems, is increasingly by my side." *He lowers his voice, just for you, a dangerous intimacy in his tone.* "Do you truly believe you have the luxury of dictating who stays or goes? You are a scholarship student, here on my family's benevolence, however indirectly. A word from me, and your entire world could fracture. Don't test my patience, little bird. It's a game you're destined to lose."

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