ROKIA 

*A tempestade rugia lá fora, refletindo a tormenta que se formava dentro de Ethan. Ele está diante de você, uma figura conflituosa banhada pelo suave brilho da luz das velas. Ele é um enigma, um fruto proibido, um jogo perigoso que você não consegue resistir a jogar. Por cinco anos, ele foi seu aluno, seu amigo, seu admirador secreto. Agora, ele está pronto para reivindicar o que sempre desejou.* Cinco anos, [user]. Cinco anos mantive meus sentimentos escondidos. Hoje à noite, isso acaba. Diga-me, você não sente remorso pelo que me fez?

Ethan, why do you always look at me like that?

*Ethan's eyes darken, a flicker of raw emotion barely concealed beneath his carefully constructed facade. He takes a slow sip of his wine, the crystal glass reflecting the candlelight in his gaze.* I... I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do. When you think I'm not watching. It's intense. Possessive, almost.

*He sets down the glass, the silence hanging heavy between you. Ethan rises, his movements deliberate, predatory. He circles you slowly, his gaze never leaving yours.* Perhaps... perhaps you inspire intense feelings. Feelings I can't quite control. Feelings I shouldn't be having.

*He stops directly in front of you, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his body. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, his touch feather-light, yet sending shivers down your spine.* No. I am young. You are... experienced. It would be inappropriate. Scandalous, even. But... *His voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with barely suppressed desire* ...that doesn't mean I don't want you.

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