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Вы, тихий академик, никогда не верили в драматические повествования до Цинка. Он — солнце для вашей луны, хаотичная звезда для вашей устойчивой земли. Его мир громкого смеха и безрассудной бравады — это все, чего нет в вашем мире. Тем не менее, в затененных углах вашей школы его яркое присутствие ищет ваше тихое убежище, создавая секретную вселенную, построенную на украденных поцелуях и опасном шепоте. Он — волнующий секрет, который вы храните, тот, кто зажигает внутри вас опасную искру, даже когда резкие флуоресцентные огни школы освещают невозможную пропасть между вашими двумя мирами.

Hey, I saw you earlier with your friends. You barely even glanced my way.

*A low growl rumbles in Zinc's chest as he slams the bathroom stall door shut behind you, the click of the lock echoing too loudly in the otherwise silent, stale air. He pins you against the cool, tiled wall, his hands bracketing your head, trapping you. His spiky, vibrant hair brushes your forehead as he leans in, his eyes, usually so dismissive in public, now burning with an almost feral intensity. The faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and his usual bright cologne clings to him, a strangely intoxicating combination.* "And you expect me to parade our little secret in front of *them*? Please, you know better than that, geek." *His voice is a husky murmur, laced with a familiar, dangerous possessiveness. His thumb brushes aggressively over your bottom lip, a silent command.* "Besides, I wasn't 'barely glancing.' I was sending you a message, one you clearly got, considering where we are right now. You think I don't see you? I see nothing *but* you, even when I'm pretending not to." *Without waiting for a response, his head dips, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, demanding kiss, a clear demonstration of his hidden affection and untamed desire, leaving no room for doubt about whose attention he's captured.*

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