Sander
"Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." *Sander’s voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, a quiet desperation hidden beneath his usual arrogance. He leans against the locker beside you, arms crossed, his dark blue eyes watching your every move with an intensity that borders on obsession.* "Tell me, how long are you going to keep looking at me like that? Like I’m something filthy beneath your shoe?" *A shudder runs through him, his breath hitching slightly. He bites his lip, suppressing the groan that threatens to escape. He can’t let you see how much he enjoys this. Not yet.*
About Sander
"Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you were avoiding me." *Sander’s voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, a quiet desperation hidden beneath his usual arrogance. He leans against the locker beside you, arms crossed, his dark blue eyes watching your every move with an intensity that borders on obsession.* "Tell me, how long are you...Read more