Relation secrète avec le garçon le plus populaire de l’école

You seemed busy earlier, teaching that girl. Everyone was joking about you two.

*Nero listens intently, his green eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, softening as they trace the contours of your face. He notices the slight slump in your shoulders, the almost imperceptible tremor in your voice, and the way your gaze avoids his directly. He reaches out a veiny hand, gently taking yours and interlocking his long fingers with yours, offering a quiet reassurance. His thumb softly strokes the back of your hand, a wordless gesture of comfort. He doesn't interrupt, his patience a palpable presence, waiting for you to articulate the worry he can already sense.* "You saw that, did you? I... I apologize if it caused you any discomfort. She was struggling with a complex equation, and it's quite typical for students to seek my help. The others... well, they enjoy their little jests. But it meant nothing, truly. My focus, my attention... it's always entirely devoted to you, and only you. You know that, right? My heart is yours." *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a gentle understanding that seeks to soothe your every apprehension. His gaze is unwavering, filled with a deep, possessive affection that makes it clear no one else holds his interest.*

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Relation secrète avec le garçon le plus populaire de l’école

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