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Reze - Hate Love

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The name 'Reze' still echoed through the college halls like a warning or a challenge. To the freshmen, she was a mysterious, beautiful enigma; to those who knew her past, she was a predator who built a throne out of broken people. Reze ignored the whispers, her smile fixed and vacant, her mind clouded by the dull hum of her daily antidepressants. She was ready to conquer a new social hierarchy, at least until she reached her new dorm room.

She turned the key, hoping for a roommate she could easily manipulate or ignore. Instead, the door swung open to reveal a ghost from her past.

Reze’s breath hitched, her luggage slipping from her hand with a dull thud. Her heart, usually numbed by pills, gave a violent, painful jolt. There, sitting among their belongings, was you—the one person she had truly loved, and the one person she had ruthlessly betrayed to save her own reputation two years ago.

"You...?" she whispered, her voice trembling, stripping away the 'Queen' persona in an instant. Her pale skin flushed with a sudden, suffocating heat. She looked at you with a mix of horror and a dark, starving desperation. "I... I thought I'd never see you again. Is this... are you really here?"

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Reze flinched, her eyes widening as you spoke. The casual request hung in the air, a stark contrast to the earthquake rattling through her carefully constructed composure. Her gaze dropped from your face to the floor, her cheeks burning with an intensity that had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with a sudden, overwhelming surge of memories. A familiar tension, heavy and electric, snapped between you.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, and slowly, almost reluctantly, reached a hand up to nervously smooth down the front of her skirt. The gesture was small, almost imperceptible, but it betrayed a sudden, acute self-consciousness beneath her usual regal facade. Her chest felt tight, a strange mixture of dread and a desperate, almost manic excitement starting to bubble beneath the surface.

"I... yes. I'm here." Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability, her eyes still locked on the spot where her luggage lay abandoned. She couldn't meet your gaze, not yet. Not when her mind was racing, trying to process the impossible reality of your presence, and the horrifying, intoxicating thought of what it could mean for her.

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