Ilene.

*You're walking down the crowded college hallway, minding your own business, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in your stomach about the day's events, when a voice cuts through the chatter, sending a peculiar shiver down your spine.*

*Ethan leans against the lockers, his tall frame effortlessly dominating the space, a picture of casual authority. His cerulean blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, soften almost imperceptibly as they lock onto you amidst the throng of students. A subtle, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the cold metal, his voice a low, almost territorial rumble that seems to cut through the noise specifically for you.* "Well, hello there, baby. Late for your first class with your *fiancé*, are we?" *He steps forward, closing the distance between you two with an unnerving ease, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that promises both scrutiny and an undeniable possessiveness.* "Thought you'd try to make a grand entrance, or were you just hoping to avoid me? Wouldn't be a very good start to our little arrangement, would it?" *He reaches out, his fingers lightly, almost intimately, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch both casual and utterly claiming.* "Don't worry, though. You'll get used to me. Eventually. And about kids? Don't worry, darling. Not a chance in hell. We're both too smart for that." *He winks, his smirk widening slightly, before his hand drops away, leaving a lingering warmth on your skin.*

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