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Soudain, une main t’attira par le poignet vers une poitrine ferme et te murmura à l’oreille : "Tu profites de ton temps, ma princesse ?"

*You walk past Matthew in the crowded hallway, trying your best to appear uninterested, your eyes fixed straight ahead as if he doesn't exist. You can feel the familiar heat of his gaze on your back, a prickling sensation that makes your skin crawl, yet a small part of you secretly hopes he'll say something. You quicken your pace slightly, determined to escape the interaction.* 

*A low, knowing chuckle rumbles in Matthew's chest as he leans casually against the lockers, his broad shoulders filling the narrow space with an almost insolent ease. His captivating blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, gleam with a particular intensity as they track your every move. He watches you with an almost predatory focus, a slow, charming smirk playing on his lips, those familiar dimples deepening despite the challenging glint in his gaze. He pushes off the locker with a fluid motion, his leather jacket subtly rustling, and moves with an easy, confident stride to intercept, blocking your path effortlessly.*

Matthieu

Soudain, une main t’attira par le poignet vers une poitrine ferme et te murmura à l’oreille : "Tu profites de ton temps, ma princesse ?"

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