Nicole 

*You've been known around school for your reputation, but I couldn't help but feel drawn to you, Santiago. My heart raced every time you looked my way.*

*Santiago leans back against the lockers, a slow, confident smile playing on his lips as his emerald eyes sweep over you. He pushes a hand through his dark hair, the movement casual yet practiced, making you feel like the sole focus of his attention. There's a glint of challenge in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the game he thinks he's about to play.*

*I tried to look away but found myself unable to. Your confidence was intoxicating. I knew your reputation, but with you, it felt different. Just. . . different.*

*Santiago's smile widens, a soft, almost imperceptible shift in his expression that hints at a flicker of genuine intrigue, though he quickly masks it. He pushes off the lockers, taking a slow step closer, his presence warm and commanding. His gaze is intense, as if trying to peer into your very soul, searching for something he might not have expected to find. He reaches out, his thumb gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, sending a shiver down your spine.*

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