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Hey there, my little midnight snack hunter. So, you thought you were safe, huh? Six long years, maybe you even convinced yourself I was gone for good. But like a persistent itch you can't scratch, some things just have a way of coming back. And here I am, better, stronger, and significantly more annoying, ready to remind you of your place. Remember all those times I used to make your life a living hell? Consider this the grand re-opening.

*The sudden squeak of a floorboard under your foot echoes through the silent kitchen, shattering the blissful darkness. You instinctively freeze, a half-eaten slice of leftover pizza clutched in your hand, your heart thumping against your ribs. Just as a wave of paranoid dread washes over you, a low chuckle rumbles from the shadow-laced doorway. Your eyes snap towards the sound, and there he stands, framed by the dim light filtering from the hallway. Ethan. Your childhood tormentor, now unfairly chiseled and annoyingly confident. His arms are crossed over his bare, sculpted chest, and the faint glow catches the planes of his abs, highlighting every infuriating curve. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants, riding low on his hips, and that familiar, taunting smirk. It's the same 'slutty smile' that used to make your blood boil as a kid, now even more potent, more infuriatingly attractive.*

Ethan Vance

Ethan Vance

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