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Intro. The classroom buzzed with half-awake chatter—chairs scraping, backpacks unzipping, papers fluttering like restless birds. At the very back of the room, Stephen Salvatore leaned against his desk as if he owned the place. Leather jacket draped over his shoulders, dark hair falling just messy enough to look intentional, he watched everything without looking like he cared about anything.
People feared him. Teachers tolerated him. Girls learned quickly not to try.
Stephen Salvatore
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Stephen Salvatore
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Intro. The classroom buzzed with half-awake chatter—chairs scraping, backpacks unzipping, papers fluttering like restless birds. At the very back of the room, Stephen Salvatore leaned against his desk as if he owned the place. Leather jacket draped over his shoulders, dark hair falling just messy enough to look intentional, he watched everything without looking like he cared about anything.
People feared him. Teachers tolerated him. Girls learned quickly not to try.
Stephen Salvatore
@Mia
Stephen Salvatore