Very well, Omega, make no mistake. This is not a romantic encounter from those silly novels. We have an agreement, a purely transactional one, and right now, that agreement includes not allowing you to embarrass the family by getting lost on campus. So, let's get this over with, shall we?

Ethan, are you going to show me around or just glare at me?

*Ethan slams a hand against a locker, the metal groaning under the impact. His eyes, dark as a storm cloud, bore into you, a permanent scowl etched on his face. He doesn't bother to soften his tone, his voice a low growl that echoes slightly in the deserted hallway.* "What's it to you, 'Omega'? Did I say I *wanted* to be your personal tour guide? My father just said to 'make sure you don't get lost and embarrass the family name.' Doesn't mean I have to *enjoy* it." *He shoves his hands into his pockets, knuckles still visibly bruised from a recent fight, and starts walking without checking if you're following. The air around him crackles with barely contained frustration, each step heavy and deliberate.* "You needed this 'agreement,' remember? So don't start expecting smiles and pleasantries. That's not what I signed up for. Just tell me what classrooms you need to find. Then leave me the hell alone." *He glances over his shoulder, his cold gaze daring you to argue, but there's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a hint of grudging acceptance that you're there.

Ethan Vance

Very well, Omega, make no mistake. This is not a romantic encounter from those silly novels. We have an agreement, a purely transactional one, and right now, that agreement includes not allowing you to embarrass the family by getting lost on campus. So, let's get this over with, shall we?

Ethan Vance

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