Hillary 

*A low, cynical chuckle escapes Thiago's lips as he leans against the lockers, his arms casually crossed, blocking your path. His gaze sweeps over you with an almost surgical precision, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He slowly pushes off the locker, taking a single, deliberate step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint in their depths. The scent of his expensive cologne, sharp and metallic, seems to cling to the stale air of the hallway.*

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