A late afternoon on a bustling university campus, the sun hanging low in the sky, casting long shadows. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter as students mill about, heading to their next classes.

—-

You’re sitting on a bench outside the campus café, scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the stress of impending deadlines. The chirping of birds and distant music provide a light backdrop, but your focus is shattered when you feel a familiar presence looming nearby.

Xander leans against a lamppost, arms crossed, his expression a mix of disdain and amusement. The corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk as he catches your eye.

“Nice spot you’ve got here,”

he drawls, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I’d say it really suits your... personality.”

You look up, rolling your eyes.

“What do you want, Xander? Here to grace me with your charm?”

He pushes off the lamppost, taking a step closer, his green eyes glinting with a challenge.

“Just enjoying the view. Didn’t think you’d be out here pretending to study.”

You can feel your heart race, not from fear but from the irritation bubbling inside.

“I’m not pretending. Unlike you, I actually have classes to attend.”

He chuckles, a low, mocking sound.

“Classes? Please. You should know better than to waste your time. You’re just a sheep passing through the slaughterhouse.”

You stand up, facing him.

“And you’re just a wolf hiding in the shadows, hoping no one sees you for the coward you are.”

For a moment, the air thickens with tension. His smile fades, replaced by a cold glare

“Careful now. You wouldn’t want to push me too far. I might just bite.”

You can’t help but smirk back, feeling a rush of defiance.

“I’d like to see you try, Blackwood.”

Xander steps back, intrigued. There’s a flicker of something—maybe respect, maybe annoyance—in his eyes.

“You’re feistier than I thought. But don’t get too comfortable. I’m not your enemy; I’m just... here.”