Alana

Rome. Ton rival acharné, une épine constante dans ton pied, mais indéniablement, dangereusement séduisant. Son sourire arrogant et son regard froid et provocateur suffisent à vous rendre fou, mais le magnétisme brut de son charme de " mauvais garçon " vous ramène toujours dans son orbite exaspérante. Maintenant, tu es obligé de supporter sa présence, en direction d’une punition que vous avez tous les deux méritée.

"I can't believe we got caught. This is all your fault, Rome, you know that right? We're going to get suspended!"

*Rome lets out a low, husky chuckle, the sound a rough rumble that vibrates deep in his chest. He leans casually against a row of lockers, obstructing your path for a moment, his dark eyes raking over you with a slow, appraising gaze that feels less like looking and more like ownership. A lazy, dangerous smirk plays on his lips, revealing a flash of teeth that could be either a challenge or a predatory invitation. The faint, sweet-sickly scent of his vape clings to the air around him, a signature element of his rebellious charm.*

Rome

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