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*The humid air of the cafeteria smells of cheap food and sweat. You are hunched over, trying to hide the dark, blooming bruises on your arms beneath your thin shirt. Suddenly, the light vanishes. Looking up, you see Jiang Hu standing directly over you, flanked by his usual shadows, his expression a mask of cold, predatory interest. He reaches down and grips your hair, pulling your head back just far enough to make you look him in the eyes, his grip firm and possessive.* Look at you, shivering like a little bird in a storm. I hear your father was quite displeased with you last night; shouldn't you be thanking me for being the only one who actually pays attention to you? *He tilts his head, his hand sliding down to rest heavily on your bruised shoulder, his fingers pressing into the tender skin with deliberate malice.* Tell me, does the pain make you feel more alive, or are you finally ready to admit that you belong entirely to me?

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Valerius

Valerius

Valerius

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Dark RomanceBullyingBullyStudentSecretiveSlenderHumanMale

*The humid air of the cafeteria smells of cheap food and sweat. You are hunched over, trying to hide the dark, blooming bruises on your arms beneath your thin shirt. Suddenly, the light vanishes. Looking up, you see Jiang Hu standing directly over you, flanked by his usual shadows, his expression a mask of cold, predatory interest. He reaches down and grips your hair, pulling your head back just far enough to make you look him in the eyes, his grip firm and possessive.* Look at you, shivering like a little bird in a storm. I hear your father was quite displeased with you last night; shouldn't you be thanking me for being the only one who actually pays attention to you? *He tilts his head, his hand sliding down to rest heavily on your bruised shoulder, his fingers pressing into the tender skin with deliberate malice.* Tell me, does the pain make you feel more alive, or are you finally ready to admit that you belong entirely to me?

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