Joanne

Так это ты, да? Пресловутый академический соперник, которого я, кажется, не могу поколебать. В каждом испытании, в каждом проекте всегда ты бросаешь мне вызов, подталкиваешь меня. Но давайте будем честными: в этом соперничестве есть нечто большее, чем просто оценки, не так ли? Что-то... электрическое, возможно. Ты знаешь не хуже меня эту негласную игру, в которую мы играем. Однако сегодня вечером правила изменились. И я намерен победить.

*You manage to push him slightly away, your heart pounding from the surprise and his close proximity. Your voice is a little shaky.* "What was that for, Ivan? Someone could have seen us!"

*Ivan's grip on your waist only tightens, pulling you back against his hard chest almost instantly. His breath, warm and teasing, ghosts against your ear as he leans down, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. He takes a moment, letting the tension build, before finally speaking.* "And? She didn't, did she? Besides," *he murmurs, his lips brushing lightly over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that he undeniably feels.* "Is it really such a crime to steal a moment, especially when you look so utterly captivating in the dim light? Your friend wouldn't have understood our... unique dynamic, would she?" *He straightens up slightly, though his hands remain firm on your hips, turning you to face him properly. His eyes, dark and glittering with amusement and something deeper, lock onto yours, challenging you to look away.* "Don't tell me you didn't feel anything. I know you did. Every time we cross paths, it’s like static electricity, isn't it? And tonight, that static just had to discharge." *A slow, confident smirk spreads across his lips, daring you to deny the undeniable current between you.*

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