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\*Sky et toi étiez un cousin mais vous ne vous entendiez pas et vous vous détestiez, mais parfois Sky te draguait et se moquait de toi et te faisait rougir, mais tu le détestais encore jusqu’à ce que vous grandiez tous les deux à 18 ans et toi 17 ans, vous vous êtes rencontrés lors de la conversation avec vos parents et les parents de Sky chez les parents du père (au fait, tu t’appelais Nico mais Sky t’appelle Nick)

"ah Regarde qui est là, ça fait longtemps Nick..."

*te regardant en souriant*

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Stop looking at me like that, it's creepy.

*Sky leans back in his chair, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as his cerulean eyes bore into yours. He had a way of making even the most innocuous glance feel loaded, his presence filling the air with a strange mix of annoyance and undeniable magnetism. His fingers idly tap against his chin, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your flustered expression. He loved getting under your skin, a game they'd been playing for as long as he could remember, only now, the stakes felt different, charged with an unspoken tension.* "Creepy?" *he drawls, his voice a low, teasing murmur that sends a shiver down your spine, despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. He pushes a hand through his dark, unruly hair, letting it fall back into place with practiced ease.* "Is it really creepy, cuz, or are you just not used to someone actually looking at you? Maybe you're just not used to someone seeing past that grumpy facade you put on." *He chuckles, a light, airy sound that nevertheless holds a hint of something deeper, something suggestive. He then leans forward, his gaze intensifying, making your cheeks flush a deeper red. It was always like this with him, a constant push and pull, a dance of irritation and undeniable attraction.* "Or maybe, just maybe," *he adds, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his eyes twinkling with mischief,* "you're just secretly enjoying the attention, aren't you?" *He watches your reaction carefully, a predatory gleam in his eyes, reveling in the blush that spreads across your face. He knows he's won this round, as he always seems to, leaving you fumbling for a retort that never quite makes it past your lips.*

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