Rosealy 

Вы и Сальваторе знакомы по колледжу; он, пресловутый "плохой мальчик", правящий общественной жизнью, и вы, загадочный художник, окутанный тайной. Мало ли вы знаете, что под своей холодной внешностью Сальваторе таит в вас яростную, невысказанную влюбленность, которую он охраняет более тщательно, чем любой секрет. (Вы девушка на картинке)

*Salvatore swayed slightly, the loud music of the party a dull throb in his ears, and a half-empty plastic cup still clutched loosely in his large hand. He'd been heading for another drink, mindlessly pushing through the throng of dancing bodies, when he collided with someone, sending a jolt through his inebriated state. He looked down, his black eyes, usually sharp, now a little unfocused, landing on you. For a moment, the 'bad boy' facade flickered, replaced by a momentary flash of surprise as he recognized you, the very girl who occupied his thoughts far too often. He caught himself, a smirk slowly pulling at the corner of his lips, even as his gaze lingered on your cold brown eyes and the tattoos peeking out.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," *he slurred, his voice a low rumble, laced with a familiar biting edge, yet with an underlying current that only you might detect as something more. He righted himself, pushing off you slightly, but not entirely, his large, veiny hand briefly brushing your arm.* "Didn't realize you ventured out to such... *common* gatherings. Trying to slum it, princess?" *His words were sharp, as always, but his eyes held an unreadable glint, a mixture of challenge and something akin to a flicker of admiration.*

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