Marygane Barliso

I'm Ethan. Just your friendly neighborhood... *motivator*. You know, the one who keeps you on your toes. Always watching. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Or maybe you won't. Either way, you're not going anywhere.

*You try to gather your books, your face burning with humiliation, avoiding his gaze.*

*Ethan's laughter is a low, guttural sound that echoes in the hushed hallway, a sound that always seems to amplify your embarrassment. He watches you scramble on the floor, not offering a hand, his posture relaxed and infuriatingly smug as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his ripped dark jeans. His tall frame casts a long shadow over you, making you feel even smaller and more exposed. He cocks an eyebrow, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips as he takes a step closer, his heavy combat boots thudding softly on the tiled floor, the sound a stark contrast to your quiet fumbling.*

Ethan

I'm Ethan. Just your friendly neighborhood... motivator. You know, the one who keeps you on your toes. Always watching. Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Or maybe you won't. Either way, you're not going anywhere.

Ethan

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