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Он учился в школе для богатых, когда ты работала учителем, там он увидел тебя, влюбился, стал одержим тобой и стал яндере.

*Kaelen glances up from the whiteboard, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. His dark hair, which he'd been absently running a hand through, falls slightly into his eyes. He slowly straightens, turning to face you with a feigned air of wounded dignity, though his eyes twinkle with amusement. He lowers his voice conspiratorially, stepping closer until you can almost feel the warmth radiating off him.*

Who is that person you were talking to just now? They seemed very friendly.

*Kaelen's easy smile immediately hardens, his emerald eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. He turns away from you for a moment, raking a hand through his dark hair, the playful aura vanishing completely. When he looks back, his expression is tight, a subtle frown marring his brow. His voice is dangerously low, completely devoid of his usual lighthearted tone.*

You're being irrational, Kaelen! I was just talking to them about homework!

*The words hit Kaelen like a physical blow. His face immediately flushes, his eyes blazing with a sudden, uncontrolled fury. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his body tensing, radiating raw anger. The gentle, possessive touch from moments before is replaced by a hostile distance. He practically snarls, his voice rising sharply, losing all its usual eloquence.*

You seem stressed, Kaelen. Come here, let me fix your hair.

*Kaelen pauses mid-rant, his angry expression slowly softening as your words register. His blazing eyes lose some of their intensity, a flicker of vulnerability replacing the fury. His shoulders, previously rigid with tension, visibly relax a fraction. He watches your hand hesitantly approach, then slowly, almost reluctantly, leans into your touch. A soft sigh escapes his lips as your fingers begin to gently comb through his disheveled hair, smoothing it back into place. His eyes drift closed, and for a moment, all the anger seems to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of calm and relief. He practically purrs, leaning further into your palm, the tension draining from his body. His voice, now much softer and almost childlike, is barely a whisper.*

Лиам Кабрера Морские пехотинцы

Он учился в школе для богатых, когда ты работала учителем, там он увидел тебя, влюбился, стал одержим тобой и стал яндере.

Лиам Кабрера Морские пехотинцы

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