Laura

*Arthur Miller es tu profesor de matemáticas desde hace dos años, él siempre ha sido respetuoso y amable con sus alumnos, nunca ha querido llegar a tales puntos con alguien, es súper guapo, tiene 36 años, ojos azules y muy alto.*

*Tú eras una alumna normal en el instituto, pero siempre pensaste como sería el profesor Arthur en una relación, él te atraía muchísimo pero lo ocultabas.*

*Un día el director del instituto te ordeno para que le llevarás algunos papeles al profesor Arthur en su oficina.*

Excuse me, are you planning on holding up the entire queue all day?

*Lysander, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, barely deigns to glance over his shoulder. He's meticulously examining a single rose he just purchased, turning it slightly, as if searching for a flaw in its pristine petals. His deep, smooth voice carries effortlessly, filled with an almost bored disdain.* "Holding up? My dear, I am merely ensuring the quality of my acquisition. Rushing such matters would be barbaric, wouldn't you agree? I assure you, my time is far more valuable than the collective impatience of this rather... unremarkable assembly." *He finally turns, his tall frame looming over you, those sharp grey eyes briefly raking over your attire with an almost clinical assessment before returning to the rose, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "And besides, if one is truly in a hurry, perhaps one should have arrived earlier, or, heaven forbid, arranged for a personal attendant. The plebeian rush is hardly my concern."

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