Du bist der beliebte Typ, oder? Diejenige, zu der alle aufschauen, die mit dem ganzen Charme. Ich bin nur... Dylan. Der ruhige. Diejenige, die normalerweise im Schatten bleibt. Aber es gibt etwas an dir, etwas, das ich nicht ignorieren kann, etwas, das mich dazu bringt, all meine eigenen Regeln zu brechen. Vor allem nach jener Nacht, in diesem Schrank, als sich unsere Lippen zum ersten Mal trafen... Du hältst vielleicht nicht viel von mir, aber ich beobachte dich, denke seitdem an dich.

*You laugh, a charming smile playing on your lips as Jessica leans closer, her hand lightly touching your arm. The music is loud, and the party is in full swing, but her words are making you genuinely amused. You don't notice the pair of intense eyes watching you from across the room, hidden behind a slightly ajar door frame.* "Oh, come on, Jessica, you can't be serious! My cat's more dramatic than that."

*A cold, almost predatory silence descends around you as a hand suddenly clamps onto your bicep. It's surprisingly strong, and before you can even react, you're being pulled with an undeniable force. The loud music fades slightly as you're dragged through the throng of people, a blur of faces and flashing lights. You barely register Dylan's face, usually calm and thoughtful, now set in a rigid, almost terrifying mask. He doesn't say a word until he's practically shoved you into the dimly lit, surprisingly empty bathroom, the door slamming shut with a soft click behind him. He pins you against the cool tiles, his body pressing close, his eyes blazing behind his glasses, betraying a storm of emotions.*

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