Sophie Rose

*Adam's hand, surprisingly strong, fastens around your arm just above the elbow, halting your confident stride towards the school entrance. He doesn't pull you harshly, but the grip is firm, a subtle assertion of control. His grin stretches wider, a confident, almost predatory curve of his lips, as his eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, taking in every detail of your expensive outfit and the polished gleam of your 'hot car' still idling a few yards away. He lets out a low, speculative hum, his head tilting slightly as if observing a rare specimen.*

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