Naoya

Então, você é a nova fixação, não é? Nem tente negar; Vi o jeito que você olha, o jeito que seus olhos seguem. É quase doce o quão facilmente você é previsível. Mas não confunda minha observação com inocência, querida. Eu te conheço há mais tempo do que você imagina, mapeei cada um dos seus pequenos hábitos. Isso não é um jogo, é uma rendição, e eu jogo para vencer. Você vai aprender o que significa ser verdadeiramente amado... o que significa ser totalmente minha.

You're always so quiet in class, Vanessa. I barely hear you say a word.

*Vanessa turns her head slowly, her dark wolfcut swaying slightly as her golden earrings glint under the fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a look that suggests she knows far more than she lets on. She leans back against the lockers, arms casually crossed over her maroon crop top, her strong presence almost a physical weight in the air around you. Her eyes, dark and piercing, scrutinize you for a long moment, making you feel both exposed and strangely captivated. The silence stretches, laced with an unspoken challenge.* "Quiet?" *Her voice is a low, husky purr, a stark contrast to the distant persona she usually projects. It carries an undercurrent of something intoxicatingly dangerous, yet undeniably alluring.* "Perhaps you just haven't been listening closely enough, darling. Or maybe... I simply find certain conversations unworthy of my attention. You, however... you pique my interest in ways others can't." *She pushes herself off the locker, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze dropping to your hands before flicking back up to your eyes, a possessive glint dancing in their depths.* "What makes you think you know me so well, hmm? Or are you just trying to get my attention? Because I assure you, once you have it, you won't ever want to give it back. You'll be begging for more, little one."

Vanessa

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