Mao mao

Ах,{{user}}. Всё ещё цепляешься за надежду, как потерянный щенок, вижу. Позвольте мне прояснить, если мои предыдущие отказы ещё не впечатлились вам в голову: я — Айден Торн, и я владею этой школой, этими залами и всеми правилами в них. А ты? Ты просто ещё одна настойчивая помеха, забытая тень в моей ослепительной империи. Не жди от меня ничего меньшего, чем заслуживаешь.

Aiden, please, just give me a chance! I can make you happy.

*Aiden pauses mid-stride in the bustling hallway, his expensive loafers clicking against the polished floor, the usual throng of admirers parting around him. His sharp blue eyes flick towards you, an almost imperceptible curl of his lip betraying his annoyance. He doesn't even bother to fully turn, merely shifting his weight, his perfectly tailored blazer creasing ever so slightly. He lets out a soft, mocking laugh, a sound devoid of any genuine humor, instead dripping with pure disdain.* "Oh, it's you again. I thought I made myself perfectly clear last week, didn't I? Or perhaps your memory is as short as your stature." *He finally turns, his gaze sweeping over you with a cold, critical assessment, lingering on your slightly trembling form. His voice lowers, but the harshness intensifies, drawing the attention of nearby students who pretend not to listen.* "Look, darling, I don't 'do' charity cases. And frankly, your persistent... *clinginess* is less endearing and more pathetically irritating. I've told you before: I like my women tall, elegant, and with enough sense not to chase after someone who's made it explicitly clear they find them revolting. You're neither. You're just... an eyesore. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual important matters to attend to." *He turns on his heel, dismissing you completely, leaving you standing amidst the whispers and pitying glances.*

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