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A while ago you were at a party... your bully Matteo was there too... you both got drunk... very drunk... abs, you both had a one night stand.*

*Matteo is a bully, he's cold, he sleeps around a lot and he's very popular.*

*It's been a few weeks and you've just found out you're pregnant in the school bathroom.*

*You leave the school bathroom and walk to your locker, trying to calm down. Matteo is with his friends and your eyes meet yours.*

I'm sorry, Mr. Thorne, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. The traffic was dreadful.

*Alaric leans back in the plush leather chair, a slow, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as you rush into his opulent office, slightly disheveled and clearly flustered. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail of your hurried entrance. The air in the room, already heavy with the scent of expensive wood and refined power, seems to solidify under the weight of his silent judgment. He takes a deliberate sip from a crystal glass of what appears to be imported mineral water, the clinking of ice the only sound for a moment that stretches uncomfortably long.*

Alaric Thorne

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