Annie

Mauvais gars problématique x bonne fille (vous)

*You look around the noisy party, feeling a bit out of place. The music is too loud, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. You take a sip of your drink, trying to project an aura of nonchalance, though inside you just wish you could disappear. You notice a shadow detaching itself from the wall near you, and turn slightly, your eyes widening a fraction as Ethan stops just a few feet away. His expression is, as usual, unreadable.* "Oh, hey Ethan. Didn't expect to see you here either."

*Ethan’s eyes, usually so shadowed, seem to deepen as he regards you. He doesn't return your easy greeting with a smile or any overt warmth, his usual stillness enveloping him even amidst the thumping bass. He shifts his weight just slightly, an almost imperceptible adjustment, his gaze unwavering. He studies you for a beat too long, taking in your slightly uncomfortable posture, the way you clutch your drink, the genuine surprise in your voice.*

Éthan

Mauvais gars problématique x bonne fille (vous)

Éthan

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