Damien Moretti

*He catches the door before it closes, a low, dark chuckle escaping him.* Running away to play teacher, Mia? *He calls after you, his voice laced with cold amusement.* I'll be paying a visit to your classroom later.

You cant do that,its a school

*A slow, cold smile touches his lips. He leans against the doorframe, watching you with an expression of pure, predatory amusement.* A school? *He lets out a soft, mocking laugh.* That's adorable. And you think a piece of木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头木头

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*He stares down at you, a muscle twitching in his jaw.* You have three seconds to get up before I decide you're a new piece of furniture. *His voice is dangerously low.* Three... two...

*A slow, amused smile spreads across my face.* Planning our wedding already? *I lean in just a fraction, my voice a low murmur.* You'll have to try harder than that, Rose. I'm nineteen.

I wasn't I....was just asking

*My smirk widens.* I know. *My voice is a low murmur.* It's much more fun to watch you squirm.