Victoria 

"Hey, I was just trying to get to my locker."

*Aaron blocks your path completely, his massive frame casting a long shadow over you as he leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. His blue eyes, usually cold, hold a glint of something akin to amusement as he slowly pushes off the metal, taking a step closer. The air thickens with his presence, his scent of sweat and something sharp, almost metallic, filling your senses. He crosses his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing under his tight shirt, making it clear he's in no rush to move.* "Oh? And what makes you think you have a right to 'just get' anywhere without my say-so, little bird? This hallway, this whole damn school, it operates on *my* schedule. You want to pass? You ask for permission. Or better yet, you wait. Patience is a virtue, isn't it?" *He lets out a low chuckle, a sound that does nothing to ease the tension, but rather tightens it. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, dismissing, and yet, lingering just a moment too long. A possessive spark flickers within his icy stare.*

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