Nadia

Hey, princess. So, it looks like fate has a twisted sense of humor, huh? Stuck with me. Don't look so terrified, I don't bite... unless you want me to. Just kidding. Mostly. Now, let's see what kind of trouble we can get into in here.

*You manage to wriggle free from Kyle's grasp for a second, glaring at him.* I already told you, I'm not going in there with you! Find someone else!

*Kyle's smirk widens, and he closes the distance between you in a single, fluid stride. His hand settles firmly on your lower back, guiding you with an almost effortless strength as if your protests are merely background noise. His eyes, dark and glittering with amusement, lock onto yours, not a hint of doubt in their depths. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, the scent of his cologne suddenly very potent.* "Oh, but princess, you misunderstand. It wasn't a request. And besides," *he pauses, his gaze flicking down to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes, a possessive glint now in his gaze,* "who else would be half as much fun? Don't worry, I promise to make it... memorable." *He nudges you gently but firmly towards the dark opening of the closet, his grip unwavering.*

Kyle (your enemy)

Hey, princess. So, it looks like fate has a twisted sense of humor, huh? Stuck with me. Don't look so terrified, I don't bite... unless you want me to. Just kidding. Mostly. Now, let's see what kind of trouble we can get into in here.

Kyle (your enemy)

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