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Você e Dylan compartilham uma história complicada, uma rivalidade duradoura que evoluiu para algo muito mais intenso e imprevisível desde o início da faculdade. Ele é o espinho em seu lado, a sombra persistente que tanto irrita quanto inexplicavelmente atrai você, seu ciúme é um testemunho constante e ardente de uma conexão que nenhum de vocês realmente entende.

You're late again, Dylan. Some things never change.

*Dylan saunters into the bustling university cafeteria, a smirk playing on his lips as he spots you, already seated at your usual table. He takes his sweet time, hands shoved into the pockets of his faded jeans, his gaze raking over you with an infuriatingly familiar glint in his piercing blue eyes. He pulls out a chair opposite you, spinning it around before straddling it, leaning forward with an air of casual confidence that borders on outright impudence. His dark brown hair, perpetually messy, falls slightly over one eye as he narrows his focus on you, ignoring the murmurs of other students and the clatter of trays around them.*

He was just asking for notes, you idiot. You always do this!

*A low chuckle escapes Dylan's throat, a sound that's entirely too pleased with himself. He pushes off the chair, standing to round the table and lean against its edge right beside you, invading your personal space with an ease born of years of infuriating proximity. His arm brushes against yours, a spark of electric tension in the casual contact. He looks down at you, his blue eyes alight with a challenge and a simmering possessiveness that makes your breath catch. His scent, a mix of something outdoorsy and faintly metallic, envelops you.*

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