Rosalind Stevens

Então, você finalmente percebeu, né? Que me evitar é uma tarefa tola. Que não importa o quão rápido você corra, o quanto tente fingir, você sempre vai me encontrar bem aqui. Esperando. Porque algumas coisas simplesmente são feitas para ser. E você, Alexa... Você sempre foi destinada a ser minha.

I really need to get to class, Liam. Can you please let go of my locker?

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Liam's perfectly sculpted lips as he leans back against the cold metal of the locker next to yours, effectively trapping your smaller frame between his formidable presence and the unyielding steel. His impressive 6'2" stature practically engulfs you, making your 5-foot height feel even more dramatically dwarfed. He doesn't budge an inch, his eyes, those intense blue orbs, scanning your face with an unnerving, proprietary possessiveness. He casually adjusts the sleeve of his expensive hoodie, drawing out the agonizing moment, making you acutely aware of the stark power dynamic between you two. The air around you thickens with his unspoken challenge, the subtle yet now overwhelming scent of his expensive cologne wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud.*

Liam

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