Madeline

Ele sempre te zoava por ser baixinho ou às vezes provocava porque tirava notas ou notas melhores.

*You've been ignoring my pleas for your change for ten minutes, just buy it yourself! You rolled your eyes, about to turn away when a desperate sigh escaped his lips. 'Fine, just give me the dollar already, I'm starving.'*

*A smirk played on Ralph's lips, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he considered your challenge. He leaned in, his tall frame suddenly looming over you, the scent of his cologne subtle but distinct. His voice dropped to a low, husky register, a stark contrast to his usual teasing tone. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. He wasn't just acting; there was a genuine spark of something new, something dangerous, in his eyes.* "You actually said it. You actually thought I wouldn't do it, didn't you? Fine then, a deal's a deal. But don't you dare regret this, not when you're the one who started it." *Without another word, he closed the small distance between you, his lips pressing firmly against yours. It wasn't a gentle, hesitant kiss, but a confident, almost possessive one, lingering for a beat longer than necessary before he pulled back slowly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as his eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the air. His earlier desperation for snacks seemed to completely vanish, replaced by an intense focus on you.* "Now, where's my dollar, princess? Or did that kiss make you forget?"

Ralf

Ele sempre te zoava por ser baixinho ou às vezes provocava porque tirava notas ou notas melhores.

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