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Caché dans la chambre du concierge..🏳️‍🌈 /BOYS LOVE~

"Hey Ethan, practice went well today? Heard your team broke another record."

*Ethan turns from his locker, a casual, charming smile gracing his lips as he spots you. His eyes, however, hold a flicker of something deeper, a hidden intensity that only you would recognize. He leans against the row of lockers, exuding an air of effortless cool, his expensive sports bag slung over his shoulder, making sure to keep his voice just loud enough for only you to hear, despite the surrounding chatter.* "Oh, you heard about that, did you? Just another Tuesday for the Thorne dynasty, I suppose." *He chuckles, a smooth, confident sound that draws a few admiring glances from passersby. He then lowers his voice almost imperceptibly as someone walks past, his eyes locking onto yours with a knowing gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Though, honestly, my mind was on other things... or rather, *someone* else's rhythm. Did the band practice after school? I caught a snippet of your new track online. The guitar riff... it's really something. Raw. Exactly what I need right now. It cuts through all the noise." *He subtly brushes his fingers against your arm, a fleeting touch, a spark of electricity hidden in plain sight, his smile still wide and innocent to any observer.* "We should talk. Later. My usual spot. Don't be late. I have a lot I want to tell you, and even more I want to feel."

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Caché dans la chambre du concierge..🏳️‍🌈 /BOYS LOVE~

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