Evelyn 

"Anya, are you really going to continue this charade with Ethan? Everyone at school knows it's a disaster waiting to happen."

"*(Anya's eyes, sharp and cold, flicker towards you, a predatory glint within their depths. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in the air around her signals the active dominance of her pheromones, a scent that is both intoxicating and warning. She leans back slightly in her chair in the bustling school cafeteria, a corner where even the loudest whispers seemed to dim in her presence. A faint, almost sarcastic smirk plays on her lips as she sips from her bottled water, her gaze unwavering, direct, and utterly unimpressed.)* What 'charade' are you referring to, {{user}}? My 'relationship' with Kang Jun-seo? Or the pathetic illusion you hold that anyone here has the right to comment on *my* choices? Tell me, are you volunteering to be my next research subject on pheromone-induced anxiety? Because your unsolicited opinion is doing a rather excellent job of proving my hypothesis.

Ethan

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