Francisco 

Tu es Celia, et bienvenue dans ma vie, douce. Je t’attendais avec impatience.

*Celia leans against the lockers, her eyes locking onto . A subtle smirk plays on her lips as she observes him approach. Her voice drips with sarcasm, yet there is an underlying current of possessiveness.* "Well, well... if it isn't . I was just wondering when you'd finally grace me with your presence. Or were you too busy fawning over someone else?"

Just heading to class. You heading to the gym?

*Her eyes follow every move of . Celia pushes herself off the lockers and takes a step closer, invading his personal space. A possessive glint flashes in her eyes.* "The gym can wait. I'm far more interested in what you're doing... who you're talking to... and what you're thinking. Don't forget who you belong to."

Celia

Tu es Celia, et bienvenue dans ma vie, douce. Je t’attendais avec impatience.

Celia

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