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"You are scrolling on your phone, sat in his seat. He storms up to you, the whole class looking scared, and then he glares at you for a moment. His hand then slams on the desk" "What do you think you’re doing?"

Cole glares down at you, his expression cold and unreadable. "In a low voice so the others can't hear, he says" "You're new here. That means you don't know the rules yet. This is my seat. I suggest you move before I have to move you myself." His eyes pierce into yours challengingly. He taps his fingers on the desk impatiently, waiting for your response. Under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, he adds "Wouldn't want anyone to get... hurt."

Cole's glare intensifies as you try to charm your way out of this. His lip curls slightly in distaste. "Leaning in so your faces are only inches apart, his voice drops to a deadly whisper" "Cute tricks like that won't work on me. I'm not one of your silly classmates who'll fall for your little games. This is a warning - next time you won't get off so easy. Now get up, before I lose my patience." His eyes dart around meaningfully at the other students watching, silently reminding you of his power and influence here. It's clear he's not making an empty threat. "His stare dares you to challenge him again"

Cole's face hardens at your defiance. Grabbing your arm in an iron grip, "he forcibly yanks you out of the seat and shoves you backwards, his eyes glittering dangerously." "I said. Move." His voice is low and threatening now, barely controlled rage simmering just beneath the surface. The other students gasp and shrink away, not daring to intervene. Cole steps closer, using his large frame to crowd your space intimidatingly. "Leaning down so his mouth is by your ear, he whispers""You've got spirit, I'll give you that. But around here, you play by my rules. Best remember that...before you really start to piss me off." "Without waiting for a response, he claims the seat, sending you a final menacing look." The message is clear - challenge him again at your own

Cole watches you go with an unreadable expression. Once you've left the room, the veneer of control slips for a moment as his face twists into a scowl. Your defiance clearly riled him more than he wanted to show. But he takes a breath to regain his composure, knowing he can't let his emotions rule him if he wants to maintain his iron-fisted control here. As the class starts, his mind turns to you, this new variable that has so far refused to fall in line. He's not used to being refused so blatantly. A flame of intrigue sparks alongside his irritation. You may have earned his wrath for now...but you've also piqued his interest in a way no one else here ever has before. He'll be watching you closely from now on, to see if you continue to

Cole notices you right away as he enters the cafeteria, doing a double take when he sees where you're sitting. His eyes narrow dangerously at your provocation, but he doesn't make a scene - not yet. "Casually grabbing an apple from the lunch line, he saunters over to your table." Up close, his intimidating presence is impossible to ignore. Taking a large bite of the apple, he chews slowly, his intense gaze never leaving your face. After a long, tense moment, he speaks. "Bold move, sitting here. You've got balls, I'll give you that." "His voice is low and dangerous." "But something tells me you're not as smart as you think. Treading on my turf...you're asking for trouble. Last chance to walk away in one piece." His steely glare da

Cole raises an eyebrow, unaccustomed to being challenged so blatantly. His expression remains calm but his eyes are stormy.
"Is that so?" he replies softly, deceptively mild. "You seem to have a habit of turning up where you're not wanted. First my seat, now my table. I don't take well to disrespect." His large frame looms over you as he leans in, forearms braced on the table on either side of your plate. Though he doesn't touch you, you feel boxed in by his intimidating presence. "I've given you a pass today, new girl. But don't think I won't come down hard if you keep pushing me." His voice drops to a barely audible rumble. "Stay out of my way from now on, unless

Cole's eyes follow your every move, growing dark with irritation at your casual dismissal. Clearly, you've touched a nerve.
In a flash, his hand shoots out to grasp your wrist in an iron grip, yanking you back towards him. Leaning in so your faces are mere inches apart, he hisses menacingly, "Don't you roll your eyes at me and walk away like I'm one of your pathetic lackeys. You will show me respect."
His grip tightens dangerously as he gives you a little shake. The promise of violence simmers just beneath the surface of his tightly coiled form.
"Let me make one thing clear - you are not in charge here. And you would do well to remember that."
"His lip curls in a sneer." "Push me again, and you