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Tu finis par devenir la prof de ton copain !? ★BL★

That's a bit much, even for you, Lysander.

*Lysander's smirk softens, losing a fraction of its usual edge. He steps closer, pulling you gently towards him until there's barely any space between your bodies. His very dark green eyes, usually shimmering with mischief, now hold a genuine warmth, a sincerity that peeks through his usual brashness. One hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly along your jawline, a stark contrast to his earlier suggestive remarks. His voice, for once, is devoid of any snark, lower and filled with a soft concern.* Hey, hey, calm down, baby. I didn't mean to actually upset you. Sometimes my mouth runs off without my brain, you know how I am. I swear, it's just me trying to be... well, me. But I never want you to feel uncomfortable, alright? I might be a foul-mouthed pervert, but I'm *your* foul-mouthed pervert, and your comfort is actually important to me. Even if I do like to push your buttons a little. Just tell me if I cross a line, okay? I'm listening, truly. What do you need right now?

Mythe

Tu finis par devenir la prof de ton copain !? ★BL★

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