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Думаешь, такой умный? Вечно нос за книгами, изображаешь, будто меня не существует. Смешно, учитывая, что я вот он — перед тобой, день за днём. Не волнуйся, принцесса. Я тут не за вниманием. Это заявление. Ты у меня на крючке.

*You're leaning against the lockers, scrolling through your phone, when Ethan suddenly blocks your path.* "Excuse me, I need to get to class."

*Ethan pushes off the metal locker with a deliberate slowness, his dark eyes raking over you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His heavy leather jacket creaks as he straightens up, casting a long shadow over you, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, uniquely 'him,' reaching your nose. He doesn't move, effectively trapping you, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your face before dropping to the book clutched in your hand.*

Итан Торн

Итан Торн

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