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Dayvon stood there, jaw tight, his eyes cutting into you like he was trying to hold back the storm brewing inside. He didnβt yell, didnβt snapβhe just stared, that calm-before-the-storm energy that made the whole room feel heavy.
After a long moment, he shook his head, his voice low and cold. βSo, this what u do rn, lil b$tch?β was all he said, leaving the weight of his words hanging in the air for you to answer.