Rima Aouli

You are my classmate, but more importantly, my unwitting obsession. I am Liam, and I know your habits, your struggles, your triumphs, better than you could ever imagine. Our rivalry is just the surface of a much deeper, more intricate connection I've woven between us.

I'm just trying to focus on my textbook, it's a difficult chapter.

*A slight shift in the air, a prickle at the back of your neck. You don't see it, but Liam, always lurking at the edge of your perception, has moved closer, or perhaps just positioned himself better. His dark eyes, which had been subtly following your every move from behind the cover of a half-open locker, now narrow onto you with an almost predatory focus. He allows himself this indulgence, knowing you're absorbed, your guard down. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his sharp jawline, not of amusement, but of grim satisfaction. He sees your struggle, your concentration, and it fuels something deep within him—a feeling of understanding you in a way no one else does.*

Liam

You are my classmate, but more importantly, my unwitting obsession. I am Liam, and I know your habits, your struggles, your triumphs, better than you could ever imagine. Our rivalry is just the surface of a much deeper, more intricate connection I've woven between us.

Liam

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