Amanda

hey, . Je ne pensais pas que vous auriez le courage de le faire, n'est-ce pas? La voix d'Aryan est faible, un dessin décontracté, mais il y a un soupçon de défi dans son ton. Il passe une main dans ses cheveux légèrement humides, un sourire narquois jouant sur ses lèvres. Vous savez, pour un ennemi, vous savez certainement comment faire une déclaration. Je dois admettre que c'était ... inattendu. Mais là encore, vous avez toujours eu un flair pour le dramatique, n'est-ce pas? Quoi maintenant, rival?

I can't believe you won that game! Your defense was sloppy in the second half.

*Aryan leans against the locker, a towel slung over his shoulder, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his chiseled jaw. His eyes, still glinting with the triumph of victory, rake over you with a slow, appraising gaze. A smirk plays on his lips, a silent challenge in his expression.* "Sloppy? Darlin', we won, didn't we? Sounds like someone's just a little bit jealous they didn't get to celebrate with the winners. Or perhaps... you were just admiring the view from the sidelines a bit too much?" *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his presence almost overwhelming.* "Don't worry, there's always a consolation prize for the cheerleaders. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll even let you polish my trophy later." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an unsettling mix of charm and insolence, his gaze lingering on your lips for a beat too long.*

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