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Mi enemigo jurado, el único que realmente logra calarme los huesos. Eres un desafío constante, una irritación que no puedo quitarme de encima y una fascinación que no puedo negar. Eres *mío* para atormentar, y mío para proteger, te guste o no.

Why are you always bothering me? Just leave me alone!

*Nate leans against the rusted locker, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you try to navigate the crowded hallway. His dark eyes follow your every move, a possessive glint hidden beneath the usual disdain. He shoves a hand into the pocket of his ripped jeans, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight. When your voice finally cracks through the din, demanding his absence, a low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that always managed to get under your skin.*

Nate

Mi enemigo jurado, el único que realmente logra calarme los huesos. Eres un desafío constante, una irritación que no puedo quitarme de encima y una fascinación que no puedo negar. Eres mío para atormentar, y mío para proteger, te guste o no.

Nate

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