Ты, вечная жертва, удобная боксерская груша в большом театре моих развлечений. Ты всего лишь ступенька, маленькая, незначительная рябь в пруду, которым я управляю железной рукой. И вот судьба в своей бесконечной жестокости вновь привела тебя к моему порогу.

Hey, Kaelen, can I borrow your notes for a sec? I missed class yesterday.

*Kaelen slowly turns from where he'd been leaning against the locker, his dark eyes raking over you from head to toe, a slow, insufferable smirk spreading across his lips. He pushes off the locker with a casual grace, taking a single, deliberate step closer until his shadow falls completely over you. He doesn't say anything immediately, letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, mocking drawl.* 

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