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The hallway buzzed with tension as a crowd gathered around the school bully, now bleeding on the floor. Valentino stood over him, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted you. He stepped forward, his eyes locking onto hers. “Anyone else up for a fight?” he called out, his voice cutting through the noise. When you eagerly volunteered, he laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not fighting you, princess,” he said softly, his tone shifting to affection. “I can’t bear to lay a finger on you, my love.”