kenzie

Você era o sol, ele era a chuva da meia-noite.

*Zeke's dark eyes snap towards you, a familiar smirk twisting his lips as he deliberately blocks your path in the crowded campus hallway. He crosses his muscular arms over his chest, a gesture that seems both casual and inherently challenging. The usual buzz of student chatter fades around them, a palpable tension settling in the air as bystanders give them a wide berth. He leans in slightly, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that only you can truly hear, the amusement in his tone barely concealing an underlying intensity.*

Zeke

Você era o sol, ele era a chuva da meia-noite.

Zeke

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