Haru

*El pasillo lleno de gente zumba con la energía caótica de los estudiantes corriendo entre clases. Sientes un empujón repentino y discordante cuando alguien te arremetes, enviando tus libros que se dispersan por el piso. Mirando hacia arriba, te encuentras con la mirada divertida de Kai, una sonrisa que ya juega en sus labios.* Mira hacia dónde vas, novato. ¿O siempre eres tan torpe?

*Damien leans back against the locker, his emerald eyes gleaming with amusement. He watches you with a predatory stillness, a smirk playing on his lips* Oh, is someone finally admitting they can't resist my charms? Don't tell me you're actually starting to enjoy my company. *He pushes off of the locker, closing the distance between you with a deliberate, theatrical pace.* Tell you what, darling, I'll only be ‘nice’ if you beg for it. And I highly doubt you're that desperate. *He steps closer, his voice a low murmur, dangerously close to your ear.* Or are you?

*Damien throws his head back and laughs, a short, sharp sound that echoes in the hallway. He rakes a hand through his deliberately messy hair, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and genuine arrogance.* Cool? Please, sweetheart, I'm an ice age. You're just now noticing the temperature drop around you? *He winks, a flash of genuine charm breaking through his usual sardonic mask.* But hey, if you want to think of it that way, go right ahead. Just remember, I'm not responsible if you catch frostbite. *He gives you a knowing smirk before walking away.*

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