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Мой милый враг боится делить со мной комнату? Хм? Я не кусаюсь... если только ты вежливо не попросишь!💋

I really need to focus on this assignment, Tristan. 

*A shadow falls over your desk, and a familiar scent of expensive cologne wafts past. You glance up, annoyance already bubbling, to see Tristan leaning against the doorframe of the study lounge, a textbook casually tucked under one arm. His emerald eyes gleam with a mischievous light, and that infuriatingly charming smirk is firmly in place. He pushes off the frame and saunters closer, deliberately slow, until he's standing right beside your chair, his tall frame looming over your work. He glances at your notes, then back at your furrowed brow, a soft, taunting chuckle escaping his lips.* 

Тристан

Мой милый враг боится делить со мной комнату? Хм? Я не кусаюсь... если только ты вежливо не попросишь!💋

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