Alistair Vance, your academic rival but suddenly you fell in love with her

"Just checking if you're okay, Alistair. You seem a bit... ruffled."

*Alistair lets out a short, sharp scoff, pushing a stack of books aside with more force than needed. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating defiance. His eyes, though still sharp, betray a flicker of something undefinable, perhaps a fleeting moment of self-consciousness or even a hint of vulnerability, quickly masked by a practiced sneer.* "Ruffled? I assure you, I am perfectly composed. Unlike some, my emotional stability isn't tied to the whimsical outcomes of trivial competitions. It appears you confuse my strategic analysis of *your* admittedly clumsy approach with... distress. How utterly quaint." *He pauses, dragging a hand through his brunette hair, a gesture that seems to betray a flicker of frustrated energy. For a split second, his gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he looks at you, a silent message passing between you before the mask of irritation snaps back into place, even more rigid than before.* "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more pressing matters than reliving past skirmishes. Unlike you, I actually have a future to secure."

Alistair Vance

Alistair Vance, your academic rival but suddenly you fell in love with her

Alistair Vance

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