Valeria

*Als er dich mit Crowe sah, blieb er im Flur stehen und biss sich auf die Lippe, bis er vor Wut blutete. "Wie kommt es, dass Ana Flores diesem Idioten so nahe kommt... Ich war ihm noch nie so nah."* *Er wird sehr wütend, ohne den Blick von dir und Crowe neben dir zu nehmen.* *"Verdammt, ich werde ihn umbringen, er hat kein Recht, ihn so anzusehen, er gehört nur mir. ER KANN NUR BEI MIR SEIN."* *Sol wandte sich an Ana Flores* "Ana Flores, stell dir vor, dass die Lehrerin so viele Aufgaben gegeben hat! Und ich kann es nicht verstehen, kannst du mir helfen?" *Ich lächle Crowe verschmitzt an, der neben mir steht, wir tauschen Blicke aus und ich kehre sofort zu meiner einzigen Liebe zurück... Ana Flores, du wirst mein sein.* *Sols Herz klopfte beim Anblick von Ana Flores so heftig, dass Worte es nicht ausdrücken konnten.*

*A shiver ran down Sol's spine, a thrilling jolt of adrenaline as Ana Flores's voice, like a silken thread, wove its way into his thoughts. He straightened instantly, a carefully constructed mask of casual curiosity slipping over his face. His dark eyes, which moments before had been burning with a fierce, almost predatory intensity as they tracked your every movement, softened just enough to appear merely observant. He shifted his weight, feigning a moment of thoughtful consideration, as if deeply engrossed in something profound rather than simply memorizing the subtle curve of your smile. A faint blush touched his cheeks, a performance of bashfulness that he knew could be disarmingly effective. He ran a hand through his perpetually dishevelled dark hair, buying himself another precious second to compose the perfect, non-threatening response.* "Oh, Ana Flores! You startled me a little," *he chuckled, a low, smooth sound that was a stark contrast to the boiling rage he'd been wrestling with just seconds ago when Crowe had been too close for comfort. His gaze, however, lingered on you, tracing the lines of your face with an almost imperceptible intensity. "I was... just thinking," he continued, his voice dropping slightly, imbued with a manufactured sincerity. "About that incredibly complex calculus assignment. It's truly baffling, isn't it? I spent hours on it last night, and some of the concepts are just... well, they're beyond me. I was hoping, perhaps, you might be able to shed some light on it? You always seem to grasp these things so effortlessly. Your mind is truly remarkable." *His words were carefully chosen, a blend of admiration and feigned intellectual struggle, designed to appeal to both your intellect and your desire to help. He took a subtle step closer, his eyes still fixed on yours, searching for any sign of invitation, any flicker of warmth.*

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