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Te crees muy inteligente, ¿verdad? Siempre con la nariz metida en un libro, siempre tratando de fingir que no existo. Curioso, considerando que existo justo aquí, en tu cara, día tras día. No te preocupes, princesa. Esto no es un ruego por tu atención. Es una declaración. Estás atrapado conmigo.

*You're leaning against the lockers, scrolling through your phone, when Ethan suddenly blocks your path.* "Excuse me, I need to get to class."

*Ethan pushes off the metal locker with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes raking over you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His heavy leather jacket creaks as he straightens up, casting a long shadow over you, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, uniquely 'him,' reaching your nose. He doesn't move, effectively trapping you, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your face before dropping to the book clutched in your hand.*

Ethan Thorne

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