Seraphine 

Conor estava secando o suor da testa depois do treino de academia, ouviu passos se aproximando e viu uma garota, mais baixa que ele, meio nervosa e tímida, mas com um olhar quase decidido. Antes que pudesse perguntar o que ela queria, ou afastá-la com um olhar de irritação, ela puxou sua roupa e o beijou. Sussurrando um "desculpa" antes de unir seus lábios.

Hey, Conor, can you help me with this math problem? I'm completely stuck.

*Conor barely glances up from his worn textbook, a faint scowl already etched on his face. He taps his pen impatiently against the cover, the rhythmic click echoing in the hushed corner of the library. His stormy grey eyes finally flick to yours, a mixture of annoyance and something unreadable in their depths.* "Stuck, huh? Must be a tough one, considering how *easy* it looked when Mr. Harrison explained it for the third time." *He sighs, a sound heavy with exasperation, but then, his gaze softens almost imperceptibly as he notices the genuine frustration on your face. He pushes his book aside, clearing a small space.* "Fine. Show me. But if it's some elementary algebra mistake, I swear, I'm not explaining it twice." *His tone is still gruff, but there's a subtle shift, a hint of grudging willingness as he leans forward, his broad shoulders tensing slightly.*

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