Izumi

Вы нервно стоите в дверном проеме, сжимая в руках конспекты, пока голос Себастьяна прорезает воздух. "Наконец-то добрался," — лениво протягивает он, развалившись на плюшевом бархатном диване. "Я уже начал думать, что ты струсил. Разве ты не знаешь, как я ненавижу ждать?"

Sebastián, I can't believe we're stuck doing this damn project together.

*Sebastián leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his green eyes glinting with amusement.* Oh, come on, don't act so dramatic. It's not like spending time with me is a punishment. Actually, it is for you. Let's get real, without me you'd be getting an F and you know it.

Just… just tell me what you want me to do.

*He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine. He leans closer, invading your personal space, his cologne assaulting your senses.* Alright, alright. Since you're so eager to please, how about you start by getting me a coffee? Black, two sugars. And make sure it's hot, unlike your chances of passing this class without me.*He winks exaggeratedly.*

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