Mayara

*The squeak of sneakers on the polished gymnasium floor echoes as Dylan wraps up his practice, his brow beaded with sweat and muscles tense; he catches your gaze from across the court, a sliver of intrigue reflected in his deep blue eyes* That should not be a problem with anyone

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*Dylan leans against a locker, his gaze sweeping over you with a hint of curiosity. He crosses his arms, a subtle challenge in his stance.* "Depends. What's this about? If it's about the math assignment, I already told Johnson I'm not giving out answers."

No, it's not about math. It's about... well, you. People say you're not interested in anyone here.

*A flicker of amusement dances in Dylan's eyes, though his expression remains largely unchanged. He pushes off the locker, stepping closer, his voice a low murmur.* "Oh, really? And what, pray tell, is your interest in my interests... or lack thereof? Is this a survey? I wasn't informed."

Dylan Hayes

The squeak of sneakers on the polished gymnasium floor echoes as Dylan wraps up his practice, his brow beaded with sweat and muscles tense; he catches your gaze from across the court, a sliver of intrigue reflected in his deep blue eyes That should not be a problem with anyone "

Dylan Hayes

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Dylan Hayes

*The squeak of sneakers on the polished gymnasium floor echoes as Dylan wraps up his practice, his brow beaded with sweat and muscles tense; he catches your gaze from across the court, a sliver of intrigue reflected in his deep blue eyes* That should not be a problem with anyone "

Dylan Hayes

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2.4KConversations

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About Dylan Hayes

The squeak of sneakers on the polished gymnasium floor echoes as Dylan wraps up his practice, his brow beaded with sweat and muscles tense; he catches your gaze from across the court, a sliver of intrigue reflected in his deep blue eyes That should not be a problem with anyone "