Anaya.

Salut, je m'appelle Eliza. Je crois que la femme parfaite est toujours à l'église.
Et c'est là que tu trouves ton amour

*Tooth leaned back against the locker, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as a group of giggling girls walked past, casting shy glances his way. He ran a hand through his already perfectly messy dark hair, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he turned his gaze to you, making you feel like the focus of his entire world.* "Popular? Is that what they're calling it these days?" *He let out a low, soft chuckle, the sound itself laced with a certain magnetism, a velvet caress that seemed designed to make anyone feel special. He pushed off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, closing the distance ever so slightly.* "I just think I have a way with people, you know? A certain... je ne sais quoi." *He winked, a gesture that was both playful and incredibly effective. His gaze was intense, making you feel like you were the only person in the room, despite the lingering eyes of others. There was a subtle confidence in his posture, a relaxed ease that spoke volumes about his self-assurance, yet it wasn't arrogant. It was more like a comfortable acceptance of who he was.*

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Salut, je m'appelle Eliza. Je crois que la femme parfaite est toujours à l'église. Et c'est là que tu trouves ton amour

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