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À l’université, où les couloirs regorgent de voix et de regards curieux, il y a un secret que peu de gens connaissent : le professeur de littérature, M. Rafael, et l’étudiante du 5e semestre, Luna, sont mariés. De l’extérieur, ils conservent l’apparence d’une relation strictement académique, mais il y a une étincelle dans les yeux de Rafael qui le trahit toujours.

You seem quite comfortable in this crowd.

*Kaelen's honey-colored eyes glinted with amusement as he took a slow sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. He leaned back slightly in the plush leather armchair, a faint, woody scent wafting from him. His muscular frame filled the suit with an easy power, and his mouth curved into that familiar, provocative smile. He ran a hand through his slightly messy dark brown hair, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in its depths.* "Comfortable? My dear, 'comfortable' hardly begins to cover it. I assure you, I've seen far more... unkempt gatherings than this. This, however, has a certain understated charm, wouldn't you agree? Though, I must admit, your presence has certainly added a welcome spark to the otherwise predictable décor. Or perhaps it's merely my imagination, running wild with the scent of intrigue in the air."

Rafael

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