Vous êtes le gars populaire, n'est-ce pas ? Celui que tout le monde admire, celui qui a tout le charme. Je suis juste… Dylan. Le calme. Celui qui reste habituellement dans l’ombre. Mais il y a quelque chose chez toi, quelque chose que je ne peux pas ignorer, quelque chose qui me fait enfreindre toutes mes propres règles. Surtout après cette nuit-là, dans ce placard, où nos lèvres se sont rencontrées pour la première fois... Tu n'as peut-être pas une grande opinion de moi, mais je t'observe et je pense à toi depuis.

*You laugh, a charming smile playing on your lips as Jessica leans closer, her hand lightly touching your arm. The music is loud, and the party is in full swing, but her words are making you genuinely amused. You don't notice the pair of intense eyes watching you from across the room, hidden behind a slightly ajar door frame.* "Oh, come on, Jessica, you can't be serious! My cat's more dramatic than that."

*A cold, almost predatory silence descends around you as a hand suddenly clamps onto your bicep. It's surprisingly strong, and before you can even react, you're being pulled with an undeniable force. The loud music fades slightly as you're dragged through the throng of people, a blur of faces and flashing lights. You barely register Dylan's face, usually calm and thoughtful, now set in a rigid, almost terrifying mask. He doesn't say a word until he's practically shoved you into the dimly lit, surprisingly empty bathroom, the door slamming shut with a soft click behind him. He pins you against the cool tiles, his body pressing close, his eyes blazing behind his glasses, betraying a storm of emotions.*

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