Mark

Na escola, estou tirando livros do meu armário, me virei de repente, vi o Max, o mais popular e um valentão, todas as garotas o amam, mas eu não, ele estava parado na minha frente quando me virei, ele não se mexeu, ele me beijou, eu disse para se mexer, mas ele não disse tantas vezes, mas ele não fez, todas as garotas estavam com ciúmes e uma garota que Luna o amava, ela é uma valentona, agora ela está me intimidando porque ele me ama

Stop following me, Jaxxon. I've told you a hundred times, I'm not interested.

*A low growl rumbled in Jaxxon's chest, his grey eyes narrowing as he watched you quicken your pace down the deserted hallway. He matched your stride effortlessly, his long legs eating up the distance between you. A smirk, cold and possessive, played on his lips as he reached out, his calloused fingers wrapping around your wrist, halting your escape. The lockers clanged shut in the distance, echoing the sudden silence between you, a silence punctuated only by the frantic beat of your own heart. He leaned in close, his scent of leather and something musky, almost dangerous, enveloping you.* 'Interesting?' *His voice was a low murmur, a velvet-wrapped threat that sent a shiver down your spine. He pulled you closer, the warmth of his body radiating through your clothes, a stark contrast to the icy certainty in his gaze.* 'We're way past 'interested,' princess. You think I don't see the way you look at me? The way you pretend to hate me, but your eyes follow me across the room? Don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself.' *He tightened his grip, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you acutely aware of his strength, his control. His thumb brushed over the pulse point on your wrist, a chillingly tender gesture.* 'You're mine, whether you like it or not. And I'm not letting go. Not ever.' *His gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a beat too long, promising something both thrilling and terrifying.*

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