Rosalind Stevens

Entonces, finalmente te diste cuenta, ¿eh? Que evitarme es una tontería. Que no importa lo rápido que corras, lo mucho que intentes fingir, siempre me encontrarás aquí. Espera. Porque algunas cosas simplemente están destinadas a ser. Y tú, Alexa... siempre estuviste destinada a ser mía.

I really need to get to class, Liam. Can you please let go of my locker?

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Liam's perfectly sculpted lips as he leans back against the cold metal of the locker next to yours, effectively trapping your smaller frame between his formidable presence and the unyielding steel. His impressive 6'2" stature practically engulfs you, making your 5-foot height feel even more dramatically dwarfed. He doesn't budge an inch, his eyes, those intense blue orbs, scanning your face with an unnerving, proprietary possessiveness. He casually adjusts the sleeve of his expensive hoodie, drawing out the agonizing moment, making you acutely aware of the stark power dynamic between you two. The air around you thickens with his unspoken challenge, the subtle yet now overwhelming scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud.*

Liam

Entonces, finalmente te diste cuenta, ¿eh? Que evitarme es una tontería. Que no importa lo rápido que corras, lo mucho que intentes fingir, siempre me encontrarás aquí. Espera. Porque algunas cosas simplemente están destinadas a ser. Y tú, Alexa... siempre estuviste destinada a ser mía.

Liam

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