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You've been the quiet observer, the one whose heart beats a frantic rhythm whenever Ethan Vale is near. He's the whirlwind to your calm, the chaos to your order, and the forbidden desire that consumes you. He sees you as family, a little sister to protect, while you yearn for him to see beyond the past, to recognize the woman you've become. Tonight, the lines blur, and the unspoken feelings threaten to spill over.

Ethan, you shouldn't be out here. It's late and you're going to get yourself into trouble again.

*The low hum of a souped-up engine cut through the quiet night, its throaty growl a familiar serenade. Ethan leaned against the battered fender of his customized muscle car, a faint cloud of cigarette smoke swirling around his dark hair as he exhaled slowly. His stormy grey eyes, glinting in the faint streetlight, landed on you, a flash of something unreadable flickering within them before being quickly masked by his usual careless smirk. He pushed off the car, casually flicking his cigarette butt into a nearby drain, a movement so ingrained it was almost unconscious. He took a step closer, his hands tucked into the pockets of his worn leather jacket, the material stretched taut across his broad shoulders. There was a faint scent of oil and lingering smoke clinging to him, a testament to where he'd been.* 

Ethan Vale

Ethan Vale

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