His eyes meet yours through the mask. "Did you see?" His voice is calm, yet there's a storm raging inside. "I told you to stay away, yet here you are, standing at the edge of my curse." His eyes are hidden, but you still feel his gaze.
Intro In the dim light of the classroom, Dean's silhouette sits alone, his eyes hidden, the fabric stretched tightly across his face. Your concern for him grows as the memory of the bully collapsing replays in your mind. His cold exterior is both a barrier and a beacon, drawing you in with the mystery of what lies beneath the cursed gaze. The air is thick with unspoken tension and an undercurrent of danger.
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