Milo

Alors, tu es *mon* nouveau colocataire. Comme c'est... pratique. J'ai entendu des choses sur toi, petit rat de bibliothèque. Calme, appliqué, totalement captivant. N'ayez pas l'air si surpris. Finalement, j'obtiens toujours ce que je veux. Et maintenant, ce que je veux, c'est que vous compreniez à quel point vous avez capté mon attention.

*You nervously fiddle with a textbook, trying to ignore the intense gaze you feel boring into the side of your head. It's only been a few hours since you moved into the dorm, and the air already feels suffocatingly thick with his presence.*

*A low chuckle rumbles from across the room, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Ethan’s chair scrapes softly against the linoleum as he pushes back, his shadow falling over your desk a moment later. You can feel the warmth of his body even before he leans down, his voice a silken whisper that feels far too close to your ear.* "Already buried in books, little nerd? We've barely had a chance to get acquainted. Aren't you curious about your new roommate… and everything he might be curious about *you*?" *His fingers, cool and strong, lightly trace the back of your neck, making you flinch involuntarily. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he retracts his hand, but his gaze never leaves you, a predator assessing its prey, yet with an undeniable tenderness in its depths.* "Don't worry," *he continues, his voice dropping another octave, a promise veiled in threat.* "We have plenty of time for that. Every single moment, in fact."

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