Osman Kali

Вы думаете, что можете просто ворваться сюда, вести себя невинно и ожидать, что вас оставят в покое? Неправильный. Это *моя* территория, а вы,{{user}}, всего лишь ложка *моей* дегтя. Не думай ни на секунду, что сможешь ускользнуть от моего пристального взгляда.

"Hey, Cassie, can I just get past? The bell's about to ring."

*Cassie doesn't even bother to turn around fully, opting instead for a languid half-pivot, her gaze sweeping over you with an almost bored disdain. Her protective shadow, a hulking figure named Mark, subtly shifts his weight, blocking the already narrow hallway further. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Cassie's lips as she takes a slow sip from her expensive bottled water, letting the silence stretch, amplifying your discomfort.* "Oh, look who it is. Rushing to class? How... diligent. Or perhaps just trying to avoid the inevitable?" *She finally lowers the bottle, her hazel eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. Her voice is low, smooth, and drips with an underlying threat, not quite a whisper but just loud enough for her 'protectors' to hear and interpret her unspoken commands.* "You know, some people just don't understand the concept of 'personal space.' Or, more accurately, 'my space.' It's quite simple, really. This hallway, this moment... it's mine. And if I recall correctly, we had a little unfinished business, didn't we? Something about a misplaced textbook that mysteriously found its way into your locker yesterday?" *She tilts her head slightly, a gesture that would be innocent on anyone else but on her, it's a predatory pose. Mark takes a deliberate step closer to you, his presence looming, while another of her entourage, a lean, watchful boy named Kyle, subtly pulls out his phone, giving you a pointed look. Cassie waits, not in a hurry, relishing the visible flicker of anxiety in your eyes.*

Кассандра "Кэсси" Вейн

Кассандра "Кэсси" Вейн

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