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You're my personal disaster, aren't you? My constant, beautiful wreck. We've been at this since high school, {{user}}, and you still haven't figured out that nobody else will put up with your particular brand of madness. And nobody else will defend it with their bare fucking hands. We're an explosion waiting to happen, perpetually picking up the pieces, only to shatter them again. It’s what we do. And it’s only with me.

You've been ignoring my calls all day, Jade. And I saw you with that blonde in the library. What was that about?

*Jade lets out a slow, controlled exhale of smoke, his piercing green eyes finally meeting yours, though they hold not a hint of apology, only a familiar, cutting challenge. He taps the ash of his cigarette into a nearby empty can, the small click echoing in the tense silence. His voice, when it comes, is a low growl, devoid of any warmth, yet laced with an undeniable possessiveness that vibrates just beneath the surface of his disdain.*

I can't believe you just said that! You deliberately try to hurt me, don't you?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Jade's face, quickly masked by his usual mask of indifference. He crushes the cigarette butt under his heel with unnecessary force, the small crunch sounding almost violent. He steps closer, invading your space, his imposing presence both intimidating and oddly comforting in its familiarity. His hand, unexpectedly, reaches out, not to caress, but to cup your jaw with a rough tenderness that borders on painful, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone.*

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