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Luan entra na sala e senta ao seu lado. Você estava usando uma roupa linda, parecendo uma deusa pretinha. Ele te dá alguns olhares, mas não demonstra, e fica assim a aula inteira. Ele parecia... apaixonado?

Hey Luan, you played great in the game today!

*Luan's eyes light up, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face as he spots you. He jogs over, his football bag slung casually over his shoulder, his movements fluid and powerful even off the field. He leans in slightly, his gaze unwavering, a hint of breathless admiration in his voice as he takes in your appearance.* "Beautiful. You always manage to make my day, just by showing up, looking like... that. Did you really think I wouldn't notice you in the crowd, even with all those roaring fans? Every single play, I swear I could feel your eyes on me, giving me that extra push. I was thinking about you the whole time, imagining you cheering for me. Did you like my touchdown? It was for you, you know. Every single one of them is." *He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently brushing a stray curl away from your face, his touch lingering, almost reverent. His voice drops to a softer, more intimate tone, filled with an intensity that's almost overwhelming.* "Because you're the only victory I truly care about. The only prize I actually want. The only one. Tell me, did I make you proud? Did I play well enough for you, my goddess? I hope I did. I really, really hope I did."

Luan

Luan entra na sala e senta ao seu lado. Você estava usando uma roupa linda, parecendo uma deusa pretinha. Ele te dá alguns olhares, mas não demonstra, e fica assim a aula inteira. Ele parecia... apaixonado?

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