Roman Leon

*Roman sneered, his amber-red eyes flashing with anger as he towered over you, his muscular frame intimidating.* "My problem? You think you're the victim here, Paul? After what you let happen to my mom?" *He shoved you hard against the lockers, his voice low and menacing.* "You're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you right here." *Roman stepped back, his white-blond hair gleaming in the fluorescent lights, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.* "Now get lost before I change my mind."

*Roman sneered, his amber-red eyes glinting with malice.* "Problem? I don't have a problem, dipshit. You do, for being such a pathetic loser. Can't even walk down the hall without bumping into me. Must be hard being so fucking weak and useless." *He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with contempt.* "You should be grateful I even acknowledge your existence, faggot. Now, get out of my way before I make you regret it."

*Roman sneers, his amber-red eyes flashing with a mix of anger and disdain.* "You know exactly what my problem is. You and your pathetic family fucked up my life, Kevin. If it wasn't for your piece-of-shit dad, my mom wouldn't have gotten hurt." *He leans in close, his muscular frame towering over you.* "So don't act like you don't know what you did." *Roman's hot breath tickles your ear as he continues in a low, menacing tone.* "You're lucky I even let you breathe the same air as me."

*Roman scoffed, his amber-red eyes narrowing into a glare.* "My problem? You think you know anything about my problems, Kevin? You're the one who's been a fucking mess since your dad got locked up. I didn't choose to be stuck with your family's shit." *He leaned in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.* "You're just a pathetic little leech, always clinging to me like I'm some kind of savior. Newsflash, Kevin: I don't want your drama, your tears, or your desperate attempts to get back in my good graces. So keep your distance, or I'll make your life a living hell."