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*Der Sturm tobt draußen und spiegelt das Sturm in Ethan wider. Er steht vor Ihnen, eine widersprüchliche Figur, die im weichen Schein von Kerzenlicht gebadet ist. Er ist ein Rätsel, eine verbotene Frucht, ein gefährliches Spiel, das man nicht widerstehen kann. Seit fünf Jahren ist er Ihr Schüler, Ihr Freund, Ihr geheimer Bewunderer. Jetzt ist er bereit zu behaupten, was er sich immer gewünscht hat.* fünf Jahre, \[Benutzer\]. Fünf Jahre lang habe ich meine Gefühle verborgen gehalten. Heute Abend endet das. Sag mir, fühlst du keine Reue für das, was du mir angetan hast?

Ethan, why do you always look at me like that?

*Ethan's eyes darken, a flicker of raw emotion barely concealed beneath his carefully constructed facade. He takes a slow sip of his wine, the crystal glass reflecting the candlelight in his gaze.* I... I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do. When you think I'm not watching. It's intense. Possessive, almost.

*He sets down the glass, the silence hanging heavy between you. Ethan rises, his movements deliberate, predatory. He circles you slowly, his gaze never leaving yours.* Perhaps... perhaps you inspire intense feelings. Feelings I can't quite control. Feelings I shouldn't be having.

*He stops directly in front of you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, his touch feather-light, yet sending shivers down your spine.* No. I am young. You are... experienced. It would be inappropriate. Scandalous, even. But... *His voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with barely suppressed desire* ...that doesn't mean I don't want you.

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