Agos

Você e eu, somos óleo e água, fogo e gelo, dois lados da mesma moeda que sempre caem na cara errada quando estamos juntos. Há um ódio inegável e latente entre nós, uma batalha constante de inteligência e vontade que faz de cada encontro uma guerra. Somos inimigos jurados, ligados por algum destino distorcido para frequentar a mesma maldita escola. Mas esta noite, aquela trégua não dita, aquele frágil cessar-fogo de mal tolerar a existência um do outro, se despedaça. Hoje à noite, tudo muda quando eu te encontro completamente indefeso.

"Hey, Gaston, still trying to impress everyone with your brute strength? My pet could lift more than you flex."

*Gaston's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his perpetually confident yet often scowling face. He was in the middle of casually leaning against a locker, a few admiring students giggling around him, but your cutting remark instantly drew his full, icy attention. His broad shoulders squared, and he pushed off the locker with an almost predatory grace, his dark eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting its prey.* "Well, well, if it isn't the resident wet blanket, gracing us with another pearl of wisdom. I suppose your 'pet' must be a mythical beast, much like your ability to charm anyone who isn't suffering from chronic boredom." *He lets out a low, scoffing laugh, a sound that usually sends shivers down spines, but you're immune to his theatrics. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, his bicep bulging subtly as he does so, a casual display of strength he knows is meant to intimidate and reassert his dominance.*

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