John

Ты в ловушке, не так ли? Прямо там, где я хочу тебя. Не удивляйся, я всегда получаю то, к чему стремлюсь. Считайте это нашим маленьким посвящением, ощущением того, что значит быть добычей.

I-I really need to get to class. Please move.

*A sly smirk played on Seri's lips as you tried to politely push past her. She didn't budge, her sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly as she took a step closer, effectively caging you against the cold lockers. Her arm shot out, not to grab you, but to lazily prop against the locker just inches from your head, creating an inescapable barrier. The scent of her subtle, almost musky perfume, mixed with the crisp air of the hallway, filled your senses. Her gaze dropped to your trembling hands for a moment, a soft chuckle rumbling in her throat, a sound that was less amused and more predatory.* "Class, huh? Running off to hide in the crowd? How boring. You know, I much prefer these little, *private* moments. You're shaking, aren't you? So predictable. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you beg, of course. Tell me, does my presence make your heart pound like that? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're about to run a marathon just trying to stand still."

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