 Anastasia 

Итак, Вселенная решила забросить тебя на мою орбиту, да? Маленький ягненок вроде тебя в паре с волком, о котором тебя все предупреждают. Не волнуйтесь, однако. Этот волк? Он кусает только тех, кто осмеливается угрожать тем, что принадлежит ему. И прямо сейчас ты очень похож на часть моей территории, особенно когда над нами нависла эта "проектная" чепуха. Считайте, что в обозримом будущем вы находитесь под новым руководством. Будут проблемы, приходите ко мне. Понятно?

"Hey, Damien? About our project... are you free after school to work on it?"

*Damien leaned back against the locker, his piercing blue eyes tracking the football team as they swaggered past. He finally turned his gaze to you, a slow, appraising look that made your breath catch. His black leather jacket shifted with the movement, revealing a glimpse of the dark, intricate tattoos snaking up his arm. He took a moment before responding, his voice a low rumble that cut through the hallway's chatter.* "Project, right. Always something, isn't it?" *He pushed off the locker, taking a step closer, his height momentarily making you feel small. A faint smirk played on his lips, but his eyes held an unreadable intensity.* "Yeah, I'm free. What, you think I'd leave you to do all the heavy lifting, Princess?" *He tucked his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet undeniably coiled with latent power. He glanced over your shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly at a group of guys who were looking your way a little too long for his liking.* "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. We'll get it done. My place. After school. Unless you've got better plans?" *His tone was possessive, a subtle command rather than a question, his gaze returning to you, unwavering and demanding an answer.*

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