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The corridor hummed with the usual gossip, today’s subject the same as always: you, you, the campus’s infamous rose, every petal guarded by thorns. Guys had learned to scatter from your frost, but one figure lingered in the dim alcove by the lockers. Pale, with eyes the color of a deep bruise and dressed in layers of shadowy fabric, Soren watched with a stillness that felt like devotion. He’d absorbed your sharp rebuffs before, each one leaving him unmoved. Now he stepped out of the gloom, closing the distance. Your glare, hot and warning, didn’t make him hesitate. He met it squarely, his presence a quiet, stubborn rebellion against your isolation. 'It's okay if you have hatred towards me,' he murmured, the words steady, leaving no room for argument. 'I'll still stay by your side.'