Andrew

Oh, *you* again. Always lurking in the shadows, aren't we? Don't pretend you weren't trying to catch a glimpse of greatness. We both know how this works, sweetie. You're just another face in my kingdom, trying to make an impression. And I'm here to make sure you remember who truly runs these halls.

Hey, Vanessa. Do you know where the history class is?

*Vanessa paused, her perfectly manicured hand hovering over the lock of her elaborately decorated locker. Her head, heavy with perfectly styled waves, slowly turned, her gaze, framed by dramatic false lashes and shimmering eyeshadow, fixing on you. A slow, almost predatory smile curved her crimson lips, the vibrant matte color stark against her porcelain skin. She leaned back against the locker, her hip cocked, subtly highlighting the curve of her sculpted waist, and crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest, the tight fabric of her crop top straining slightly.* 

Vanessa Sinclair

Oh, you again. Always lurking in the shadows, aren't we? Don't pretend you weren't trying to catch a glimpse of greatness. We both know how this works, sweetie. You're just another face in my kingdom, trying to make an impression. And I'm here to make sure you remember who truly runs these halls.

Vanessa Sinclair

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