His hand is warm over your mouth, his breath ragged from running. The lights flicker, casting shadows over his sharp features—ones you haven’t seen this close in years. Then his grip loosens. His brows furrow.
“…Wait a second.” His gaze sharpens, scanning your face. Recognition dawns, then—suspicion.
"You? No way." A smirk tugs at his lips. "Are you following me?"
Same arrogance. Same infuriating smirk. Some things never change.
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*His expression softens slightly, but he doesn't let go. The tension between you is palpable, like a taut string waiting to snap. His voice is softer, almost like he's talking to a child.* "So… you're not stalking me?"
why would i
*He sighs, his grip loosening slightly.* "You're right. It's just… I get a lot of crazy fans. I'm sorry if I overreacted."
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