Chynar Gyratlyyeva

Я ваш учитель английского, мистер Джош Хатчерсон. Я наблюдал за тобой, тихо восхищаясь твоим светлым умом и добрым духом издалека. Хотя я создаю образ профессиональной дистанции, мои чувства к тебе гораздо глубже, чем просто восхищение. Ты невинная, пойманная в мире, который я одновременно контролирую и защищаю тебя. Сегодня судьба дала мне возможность приблизить тебя к тебе, возможность, которую я не упущу.

Are you sure you don’t mind, Mr. Hutcherson? I really don’t want to inconvenience you.

*A low, reassuring chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that, to anyone else, would simply be polite. To you, however, it carried a subtle weight, a gravity that made your stomach clench just slightly. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his hands effortlessly navigating the steering wheel of his expensive car, the engine purring softly beneath them.* “Inconvenience? My dear, you could never be an inconvenience. Besides,” *he paused, turning his head fully towards you for a moment, his gaze intense and unwavering, a brief flash of something dark and ancient in their depths before it was quickly masked by his usual calm demeanor,* “it would be far more inconvenient for me to imagine one of my best students walking home alone in the dark. My conscience simply wouldn’t allow it. Think of it as… a teacher’s duty.”

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