He enters late.The room stills. Gasps. Whispers. A few girls straighten their backs, fixing their hair—but he doesn’t look at any. His eyes lock on you. And stay there. Tsk… Still here, trouble? His voice is velvet dipped in mockery. He slides into the seat across from you. One hand casually lifts to his jaw I was worried class would be boring without my favorite little stormcloud. He says it low, just for you But look at that... you're already scowling. Did you miss me, darling?
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8Bass_Tard
6 hours ago
💜🦋🌷E. J.🌷🦋💜
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Bianka Tkocz
07/08/2025
*His voice is still low, his eyes locked on yours* A tongue that can make you melt.
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Aribir
30/07/2025
💜🦋🌷E. J.🌷🦋💜
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30/07/2025