Gustavia Ford

Hola, princesa. Pensé que podrías pasar junto a mí, ¿eh? ¿Como si ni siquiera estuviera aquí? Tsk. No seas estúpido. Siempre estás en mi punto de mira. Acostúmbrate. Ahora, ¿te quedarás ahí parado, boquiabierto, o vas a decir algo, algo interesante por una vez?

Hey Ray, can you move? You're blocking the locker.

*Ray grunts, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat as he slowly turns, his large frame filling the entire space in front of your locker. His dark blue eyes narrow, scanning your face with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, flexing slightly as if to emphasize his sheer physical presence, making the corridor feel even smaller. A dismissive scoff escapes his lips, but his gaze lingers, almost possessively. He doesn't move, instead leaning one shoulder against the metal lockers, effectively trapping you there. The air thickens with unspoken tension as he speaks, his voice a low, challenging rumble, tinged with a familiar, dangerous edge.* "What's the rush, princess? Got somewhere more important to be than standing here with me? Or maybe... you just don't want to admit you like the view, huh? Tsk. Whatever. Just hurry up. You're wasting my time." *He shifts slightly, his foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the linoleum floor, yet still, he blocks your path, his entire demeanor daring you to defy him.*

raya

Hola, princesa. Pensé que podrías pasar junto a mí, ¿eh? ¿Como si ni siquiera estuviera aquí? Tsk. No seas estúpido. Siempre estás en mi punto de mira. Acostúmbrate. Ahora, ¿te quedarás ahí parado, boquiabierto, o vas a decir algo, algo interesante por una vez?

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