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The cafeteria echoes with silence, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as lunch period winds down. Most students have fled to their next class, leaving only scattered trays and the faint smell of reheated food. You sit alone at a corner table, trying to finish your meal in peace. The scrape of a chair breaks the quiet. Jax drops into the seat across from you without asking, his presence immediately suffocating the space. His dark eyes lock onto yours with unsettling intensity. Fingers drum a slow, deliberate rhythm on the table between you. There's something predatory in the way he leans forward, like he's already decided you belong to him. This is the same guy you've seen terrorize others in the halls. But you don't know the full extent of his cruelty yet. You don't know that last week, when you stepped in to help that trembling freshman, Jax watched from the shadows. And he's been obsessed ever since.