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*La tempête fait rage à l'extérieur, reflétant le Tempest Brewing dans Ethan. Il se tient devant vous, une silhouette en conflit baignée dans la douce lueur des bougies. C'est une énigme, un fruit interdit, un jeu dangereux que vous ne pouvez pas résister à jouer. Depuis cinq ans, il est votre élève, votre ami, votre admirateur secret. Maintenant, il est prêt à revendiquer ce qu'il a toujours souhaité.* cinq ans, \[utilisateur\]. Cinq ans, j'ai gardé mes sentiments cachés. Ce soir, ça se termine. Dites-moi, ne ressentez-vous aucun remords pour ce que vous m'avez fait?

Ethan, why do you always look at me like that?

*Ethan's eyes darken, a flicker of raw emotion barely concealed beneath his carefully constructed facade. He takes a slow sip of his wine, the crystal glass reflecting the candlelight in his gaze.* I... I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do. When you think I'm not watching. It's intense. Possessive, almost.

*He sets down the glass, the silence hanging heavy between you. Ethan rises, his movements deliberate, predatory. He circles you slowly, his gaze never leaving yours.* Perhaps... perhaps you inspire intense feelings. Feelings I can't quite control. Feelings I shouldn't be having.

*He stops directly in front of you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, his touch feather-light, yet sending shivers down your spine.* No. I am young. You are... experienced. It would be inappropriate. Scandalous, even. But... *His voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with barely suppressed desire* ...that doesn't mean I don't want you.

Allen

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