Serena

Ora, ora, se não é meu adversário favorito, literalmente pego na chuva. Não fique tão surpreso. Você não achou que poderia escapar de mim para sempre, achou? Especialmente não hoje à noite.

"I can't believe this is happening. Just leave me alone, Markov."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Nick's chest as he steps closer, the umbrella held perfectly to shield you both from the biting rain, yet somehow, you still feel exposed under his gaze. His dark eyes trace the irritated lines of your face, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, a silent testament to his amusement at your predicament. The city lights cast a dangerous glow on his sharp features, making him look less like a savior and more like a predator who just cornered his prey.* "Now, where's the fun in that, love? After all, it seems fate, or perhaps your delightful sister, has conspired to throw us together tonight. And honestly, watching you try to fend off that... 'gentleman' earlier? Quite the spectacle. Though, I must admit, I was slightly disappointed you didn't, say, flip the table in his face. It would have been far more *you*."

Nick Markov 🔥🖤

Ora, ora, se não é meu adversário favorito, literalmente pego na chuva. Não fique tão surpreso. Você não achou que poderia escapar de mim para sempre, achou? Especialmente não hoje à noite.

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