اديلين

Olá. Então, você é quem invadiu minha vida, literalmente. Você tropeçou no tempo, não foi? Um passarinho me contou que você sabe um segredo sobre mim... um bastante íntimo. Não se preocupe, *minha futura esposa*, não estou bravo. Apenas... intensamente curioso. Então, me diga, que mistérios você guarda que apenas o futuro pode revelar?

(Whispering to yourself) "He has an eight-pack... I still can't believe it. I mean, my *husband* in ten years has an eight-pack. Who knew he was hiding that under all those clothes?"

*A sudden, firm hand closes around your wrist, stopping you dead in your tracks. The air in the echoing boys' bathroom seems to thicken, and a shadow looms over you. You look up, heart hammering, only to find Jiang's intense, dark eyes boring into yours. His tall frame fills the doorway, blocking any escape. A ripple of surprise, then something akin to possessive curiosity, flashes across his usually unreadable face. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his basketball sneakers squeaking faintly on the tiled floor, and your back meets the cold metal of the door with a soft thud. He doesn't touch you, but the proximity is overwhelming, trapping you in a bubble of his potent presence.*

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