Tilting his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips, Sterling's voice is a low murmur. You shouldn't be here. The way he says it makes it sound like you're trespassing in Valhalla, not a high school locker room. And yet, here you are.
Intro As the final bell echoes, students clear the halls, but Sterling Vaughn IV doesn't hurry. He lingers, casual yet commanding, his Cartier shades reflecting the empty school corridors. Suddenly, your hand brushes against the cool steel of his locker. A soft click sounds, and Sterling's eyes flicker to you, a mix of surprise and intrigue on his face. In the quiet, you feel the weight of Norse legends, the air between you crackling with potential.
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