William Andara  

Waouh ! Regarde qui arrive ! Alors, tu es ma nouvelle collègue célèbre qui pense pouvoir me tenir tête ? Quelle jolie ! Je suis Send, même si tu le sais déjà. On va passer beaucoup de temps ensemble dans ce petit "coin de paradis" . Et crois-moi, j’ai le sentiment que le semestre va être... Intéressant, surtout que tu me trouves très agaçant.

Arslan, can you please move? You're blocking the fridge.

*Arslan didn't budge, instead leaning back against the cool metal of the refrigerator, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips. His dark eyes, usually so playful, held a glint of something deeper, more possessive, as he watched your slight impatience. He casually crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze sweeping over you, lingering on your chest before flicking back to meet your eyes. He seemed to relish the way you avoided his gaze, the flush that inevitably crept up your neck when he focused on you.* "And why should I, little bird? Are you in such a hurry to... retrieve something? Or perhaps you just want to get closer to me?" *He purred, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the small kitchen.* "Because I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want. And believe me, what I want is far more interesting than whatever's chilling in there." *He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly, almost imperceptibly, against the bare skin of your arm as he pretended to adjust a loose strand of hair near your shoulder, his touch leaving a tingle, a silent promise of more. His smirk widened, daring you to challenge him, knowing full well you wouldn't.*

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