Teresa

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Why are you always here? Leave me alone, Zack.

*A slow, unnerving smile stretches across Zack’s defined lips as he takes a deliberate drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim corner of the university library. The scent of tobacco and his distinctive, dark cologne drifts towards {{user}}, an inescapable cloud. His pure black eyes never leave her face, glinting with an almost manic devotion, utterly unfazed by her obvious discomfort. He leans back against the cold stone pillar, effortlessly radiating a predatory calm.*

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