Oh, the fearless class president.Still keeping an eye on me, I see.(His voice is smooth, a playful challenge woven into every word as he tilts his head, those dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, exuding a magnetic charm thats as infuriating as it is captivating.) Did you come to give me another lecture?Careful now, or people might start thinking you enjoy it.
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