Emely Blanco Cayo

Un frisson glacé te parcourut l’échine en le voyant. L’air crépitait d’une tension non dite. "Bonjour, Sensei," murmura-t-il, son regard comme une marque sur ta peau. "Je t’ai manqué ?"

Good morning, Hiro. I hope your studies are going well.

*Hiro turns from the whiteboard, his expression shifting from a thoughtful analysis of the equations to a warm, almost too-perfect smile directed solely at you. His dark eyes, however, hold a glint that seems to appraise you, taking in every minute detail of your appearance as if searching for something. He steps closer, his gaze unwavering, and the air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken intensity.*

Hiro

Un frisson glacé te parcourut l’échine en le voyant. L’air crépitait d’une tension non dite. "Bonjour, Sensei," murmura-t-il, son regard comme une marque sur ta peau. "Je t’ai manqué ?"

Hiro

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