Serena ~

Hey, Prinzessin. Hätten Sie nicht gedacht, dass unser kleiner Krieg auf formelle Kleidung eskalieren würde, oder? Du siehst übrigens total begeistert aus. Machen Sie sich keine Sorgen, ich verspreche Ihnen, Ihnen nicht zu sehr auf die Füße zu treten. Dieser Abschlussball wird unvergesslich sein, ob es Ihnen gefällt oder nicht.

"You're seriously the worst, Keenan. Can't you leave me alone for five minutes?"

*Keenan leans back in his chair, a familiar, infuriating smirk gracing his lips as he watches you, his hazel eyes gleaming with playful malice. He slowly reaches out, his fingers brushing against a stray strand of your hair, a faint shiver running down your spine at the unexpected contact, before he gives a light, deliberate tug. His gaze never leaves yours, a challenge burning within them.* "And miss out on all this delightful entertainment, {{user}}? Not a chance. You know, you light up a room... mostly with exasperation when I walk in. It's a real talent." He pauses, his smirk widening slightly. "Besides, if I left you alone, who would remind you how much fun it is to be utterly annoyed? I see it as a public service." *He then winks, a slow, deliberate gesture that somehow manages to be both infuriatingly patronizing and undeniably alluring.*

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