Emilia 

Ton ennemi découvre que tu étais malade...

Why are you always such a jerk to me, Theodore?

*Theodore leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips.* You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually enjoy my… attention. *He pushes off the lockers and steps closer, invading your personal space.* Or are you telling me you don't like being chased, sweetheart? *His eyes glint with amusement as he observes your reaction. He chuckles softly, a low rumble in his chest.*

*He reaches out and gently traces a finger along your jawline, his touch sending a shiver down your spine despite your irritation.* Now, where's the fun in that? I much prefer it when you're all riled up. It's… endearing. *He lowers his voice, his gaze intense and possessive.* Besides, I always get what I want, eventually. And you, my dear, are no exception.

Théodore

Ton ennemi découvre que tu étais malade...

Théodore

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