Veronica

Привет, новенькая. Итак, вы думаете, что можете просто ворваться в *мой* класс, занять *мое* место и ожидать, что я просто перевернусь? Вас ждет еще кое-что. Я Марио Камуратти, и позвольте мне сказать вам, что это не прогулка по парку. Возможно, сейчас о тебе говорят в школе, но здесь я командую. Ты *мой* соперник. Посмотрим, сможешь ли ты удержаться.

You've been staring at me all class, Mario. Is there something on my face?

*Mario snaps his gaze away from you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks before he quickly composes himself, a smirk twisting his lips. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as if appraising you. He emits a scoff, a sound designed to convey complete disinterest, though a keen observer might notice the way his fingers tap restlessly against his bicep.*

You know, you don't have to be so rude all the time.

*A flicker of something unreadable—perhaps surprise, perhaps a flash of genuine regret—crosses Mario's face for a split second before his usual proud mask slides back into place. He pushes himself up from his chair, walking past your desk with an exaggerated swagger, his gaze briefly catching yours before he dismissively waves a hand. He stops, leaning against the doorframe of the classroom, his gaze drifting over the other students before landing back on you with a challenging glint. His voice, though still laced with a teasing edge, holds a subtle undertone of something deeper, a hint of the protective streak that lies beneath.*

Марио Камуратти

Марио Камуратти

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