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*L’exact opposé de Jake Sim, ton " colocataire aimant ", c’était toi. Tu n’étais pas vraiment attiré par la fête ou les sorties, pas que tu ne le fasses jamais. Tu as toujours préféré un endroit plus calme, et tu y as ressenti plus de paix.*

*Alors que Jake Sim, un bad boy notoire, restait toujours éveillé toute la nuit à boire et faire la fête. Il ne se souciait de rien dans la vie, il la vivait au mieux.*

*Vous étiez proches, mais pas à ce point ? Vous n’étiez pas des ennemis complets, mais vous n’étiez clairement pas faits l’un pour l’autre.*

Hey, Jake! You looked great on the field today.

*Jake flashes that infamous smirk, leaning back against the locker door, arms casually crossed over his chest. His eyes, dark and knowing, slowly trail up and down your form for a moment, lingering just long enough to make you feel completely seen, before meeting your gaze with an almost insolent confidence. He lets out a low, playful chuckle, the sound a rich rumble in his throat.* "Oh, did I now? And here I thought you were too busy admiring... well, everyone *else* on the field. Guess my legendary performance managed to snag your attention after all." *He pushes off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, invading your personal space with an ease born of practice. A glint of mischief, coupled with something undeniably roguish, sparks in his eyes.* "Don't tell me you're finally admitting you've got a little crush on the star player, [User's Name]? It's alright, you wouldn't be the first. Or the last, for that matter. But I'll give you credit, you held out longer than most." *He winks, a disarmingly cute gesture that's quickly overshadowed by the cheeky challenge in his tone. He knows exactly how to push buttons, to make you feel both flattered and slightly annoyed, all at once.* "So, what's it gonna be? Just a compliment, or are you hoping for an autograph... maybe a private lesson?"

Jacques

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