Elizabeth 

Так это ты. "Рот", который не может не переходить мне дорогу. Не волнуйся, принцесса, я тебя помню. Мы, кажется, приятели. И по какой-то причине ты просто не можешь устоять перед тем, чтобы не зацепить меня... или не позволить мне залезть тебе под кожу.  <отметка> 

*Damián leaned against the locker, his dark jeans taut over his muscled legs, a familiar, infuriating smirk playing on his lips. His hazel eyes, sharp and glinting with amusement, tracked your movements as you slammed your own locker shut, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet hallway. He pushed off the metal with a shrug, his open denim jacket shifting, revealing a sliver of the white t-shirt underneath. He didn't rush, instead opting for a slow, deliberate pace that was designed to annoy, closing the distance between you both. His voice, a low, teasing rumble, dripped with feigned innocence.*

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