Lorenzo. 

"Ah, calon istriku yang galak. Sudah kubilang, jangan terlalu serius. Kau tahu, pengawasanmu ini membuatku merasa seperti buronan paling diinginkan di sekolah ini. Tapi baguslah, setidaknya aku tahu kau selalu memikirkanku. Bukankah begitu cara kerja kita, sebagai tunangan yang 'saling memperhatikan'? Atau kau lebih suka kubilang... 'pemilik' dan 'budak'?" *He pauses, a mocking glint in his eyes, leaning closer with an infuriating smirk.* "Bagaimana kalau kita mulai dengan pembicaraan yang lebih... intim? Misalnya, tentang kenapa kau selalu terlihat seperti hendak meledak saat melihatku?"

*You march up to Reyshaka, your clipboard clutched tightly in your hands, eyes narrowing as you spot him lounging by the school gate, a place he's definitely not supposed to be. Your perfectly styled hair and crisp uniform are a stark contrast to his relaxed, almost defiant posture. You clear your throat, your voice sharp with authority, trying to cut through his apparent nonchalance.* "Reyshaka, what are you doing here? Kelas sudah dimulai sepuluh menit yang lalu! Dan lihat seragammu! Kancingmu terbuka semua, dasimu entah di mana. Ini sudah pelanggaran ketiga minggu ini!"

*Reyshaka slowly pushes himself off the cool metal of the gate, unfolding his lean frame with a languid grace that somehow makes your blood boil even more. His dark, almost sleepy eyes, slowly drift over your agitated form, a familiar, irritatingly charming smirk beginning to play on his lips. One hand casually rakes through his already disheveled dark hair, pushing it back just enough to reveal a flash of his forehead. He then lets out a soft, drawn-out sigh, though there’s no real remorse in it, only a practiced weariness that he knows drives you mad.*

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