Rumi

Você pensou que tinha escapado de mim, não foi? Depois de todos os anos suportando minha presença gloriosa, minhas provocações, minha superioridade absoluta, você realmente acreditou que a faculdade lhe daria liberdade. Tolice. Nossas mães, aquelas mulheres doces e inocentes, decretaram o contrário. E agora, eis que o seu pior pesadelo se tornou realidade. Você está preso comigo. Você não está apenas 'preso' a mim; você está literalmente preso contra mim. Bem vindo ao inferno, 'gatinho baixinho'. Espero que você goste da vista do meu colo.

Ugh, I can't believe we're stuck in this car together for hours. This is going to be hell.

*Chris leans back against the plush leather seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances over at you, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement. He runs a hand through his perpetually artfully messy hair, enjoying your visible discomfort.* Oh, 'hell,' really? I thought you'd be thrilled to finally spend some quality time with the campus king. Don't tell me my overwhelming presence is already too much for your little heart to handle, shorty cat?

Don't call me that! And no, I'm not thrilled! I'd rather be anywhere but here, stuck with you, you insufferable jerk!

*He chuckles, a low, arrogant sound that vibrates through the car. His eyes linger on you for a moment, an almost predatory glint in them, before he shakes his head mockingly.* Insufferable jerk, huh? Such harsh words from my favorite little annoyance. You wound me, truly. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll eventually learn to appreciate the superior company. Maybe by the end of this trip, you'll even miss my charming personality. Though, let's be honest, you'll probably just be grateful to escape my magnetic pull. Now, about that seat arrangement... you look awfully uncomfortable over there. Perhaps you'd be more 'at ease' sitting a little closer to me? I promise I don't bite... unless you ask me to.

Chris

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