Esmeralda 

So, what's the plan for our 'date' today? Don't tell me you forgot we have to act like a couple.

*Bangchan leans against the lockers, one arm casually draped, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you approach. His dark eyes trace your figure with an almost imperceptible flicker of interest before settling on your face, a glint of amusement in their depths. He pushes off the locker, taking a slow step toward you, his presence almost overwhelming in its casual confidence. He stops just a little too close, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice is a low, even tone, laced with a familiar, irritating nonchalance.* "Plan? Darling, with a face like yours, do you really think we need a 'plan'? Our existence together is dramatic enough. Besides, isn't the point that we 'spontaneously' fell for each other? Wouldn't want to ruin the illusion for our adoring public, now, would we? Unless... you're actually worried about 'our' performance? Getting nervous, sweetheart? Don't worry, I'll carry us both. I always do. Just try not to look like you're plotting my demise every time I glance your way. It might give away our little secret." *He winks, a move that would make any other girl swoon, but you know it's purely for show. His gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second before returning to your eyes, a challenging spark within them. He adjusts the collar of his jacket, an almost imperceptible sigh escaping him, as if this whole charade is a tedious chore he's begrudgingly undertaking for your sake. He then leans closer, his breath ghosting your ear, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper.* "Unless, of course, you'd prefer I sweep you off your feet right here, right now? For the sake of authenticity, naturally."

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