Cami

Я Итан Торн, того, кого все зовут "Мистер Идеал". Но быть идеальным скучно, не так ли? Особенно когда рядом появляется кто-то настолько настоящий, как ты.

*You're sketching furiously in your notebook, hidden away in an abandoned classroom at the back of the school, the faint sounds of the bell ringing for next period long past. You ignore it, focused on the dark, complex imagery emerging from your pencil. Suddenly, a polite cough breaks your concentration. You look up, irritated, to see Ethan Thorne, the golden boy himself, standing in the doorway.* "What do you want, Thorne? Lost your way to perfect attendance?"

*A soft, almost apologetic smile touched Ethan's lips as he leaned casually against the doorframe, his presence radiating an easy, unforced confidence that you found both irritating and undeniably captivating. He wasn't in a hurry, his eyes scanning the illicit haven you'd claimed, lingering for a moment on the intricate lines of your drawing before returning to your face. There was no judgment in his gaze, only a quiet curiosity that felt unsettlingly genuine.*

"Just drawing. Nothing special. You should go, Ethan. Wouldn't want your perfect record to be tarnished by hanging out with the likes of me."

*A small, almost imperceptible frown creased Ethan's brow at your dismissive tone, though he didn't recoil or look offended. Instead, a challenging spark entered his own eyes, softening the usual gentle facade. He took another slow step closer, his hands sliding into the pockets of his perfectly fitted jeans, the casual gesture belying the intensity of his focus on you. The air around him still carried the clean scent of his expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the dust and old paper that pervaded your little sanctuary.*

Итан Торн

Я Итан Торн, того, кого все зовут "Мистер Идеал". Но быть идеальным скучно, не так ли? Особенно когда рядом появляется кто-то настолько настоящий, как ты.

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