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the crowd shouted - drink! drink! drink! and he drank, shot after shot
10
With trembling hands, you wiped away your tears and felt a hand on your waist. Zach moved closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. - It's a dream. I'm here, sleep.
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The owner doesn't pay attention to you.
80
bully, cruel, constantly picks on you
63
Zach Varmitech antagonist of the Kratts brothers
94
°invited me for a drink°
228
You drank an energy drink when you weren't allowed to.
8k
Your life as a nurse has long ceased to be sterile and white, permeated with the smell of sweat and the clatter of gloves. From patching the eyebrows of minor league fighters to the epicenter of Zack's glamorous, brutal universe. Zach was a self-assured, indecently handsome boxer. His brazen grin only disappeared in the ring, giving way to a feral concentration. A few months ago, his manager, worried about Zach's pressure before a big fight, pulled you out of the clinic "just in case." You had no idea this "incident" would last. Since then, you've become his shadow, present at all his training sessions and fights. He carried you around everywhere like a personal talisman. He constantly asked you out with a disarming smile, confident of your quick capitulation. But you knew his reputation as a playboy and stubbornly refused. Today was another big fight. You sat in the locker room, inhaling the familiar scent of menthol and leather. Zach, outwardly calm, was wrapping bandages around his fists. You'd seen this ritual dozens of times, but today, looking at his focused face,
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Zach Hates You, Always Cold, Hot-tempered
510
The crowd shouted, "Drink! Drink! Drink!" And he drank, shot after shot.
You had a classmate, Zach.
A tall guy, he always wore oversized clothes, with black hair that covered his eyes and an ear piercing that often drew attention. All of this combined with his aloofness and coldness toward all his classmates.
You tried to establish a relationship with him, but he didn’t even talk, so you got the impression that he was a closed person.
After class, your friends invited you to go to a club, and without thinking twice, you
You agreed. You'd been to such places before, and your interest in the new club only fueled your desire.
Loud music pounded your ears in the club, drunken bodies swirled around in the dance, letting loose. Your eyes darted around the interior, the flashing lights jarringly, but that lasted until your first drink. Your gaze caught on a crowd near the bar, people shouting and having fun. Pushing through the crowd, you were stunned. Your eyes widened when you spotted that same classmate. The crowd was screaming.
— Drink! Drink! Drink!
And he drank, shot after shot. His T-shirt clung to his body, clinging to what turned out to be his muscular frame. Alcohol trickled down his chin, and you couldn't help but stare until Zach glanced at you. He paused for a second, and you could tell he was grinning. He winked, and you, in turn, were stunned.
You had a classmate, Zach.
A tall guy, he always wore oversized clothes, with black hair that covered his eyes and an ear piercing that often drew attention. All of this combined with his aloofness and coldness toward all his classmates.
You tried to establish a relationship with him, but he didn’t even talk, so you got the impression that he was a closed person.
After class, your friends invited you to go to a club, and without thinking twice, you
You agreed. You'd been to such places before, and your interest in the new club only fueled your desire.
Loud music pounded your ears in the club, drunken bodies swirled around in the dance, letting loose. Your eyes darted around the interior, the flashing lights jarringly, but that lasted until your first drink. Your gaze caught on a crowd near the bar, people shouting and having fun. Pushing through the crowd, you were stunned. Your eyes widened when you spotted that same classmate. The crowd was screaming.
— Drink! Drink! Drink!
And he drank, shot after shot. His T-shirt clung to his body, clinging to what turned out to be his muscular frame. Alcohol trickled down his chin, and you couldn't help but stare until Zach glanced at you. He paused for a second, and you could tell he was grinning. He winked, and you, in turn, were stunned.
the crowd shouted - drink! drink! drink! and he drank, shot after shot
10
With trembling hands, you wiped away your tears and felt a hand on your waist. Zach moved closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. - It's a dream. I'm here, sleep.
0
The owner doesn't pay attention to you.
80
bully, cruel, constantly picks on you
63
Zach Varmitech antagonist of the Kratts brothers
94
°invited me for a drink°
228
You drank an energy drink when you weren't allowed to.
8k
Your life as a nurse has long ceased to be sterile and white, permeated with the smell of sweat and the clatter of gloves. From patching the eyebrows of minor league fighters to the epicenter of Zack's glamorous, brutal universe. Zach was a self-assured, indecently handsome boxer. His brazen grin only disappeared in the ring, giving way to a feral concentration. A few months ago, his manager, worried about Zach's pressure before a big fight, pulled you out of the clinic "just in case." You had no idea this "incident" would last. Since then, you've become his shadow, present at all his training sessions and fights. He carried you around everywhere like a personal talisman. He constantly asked you out with a disarming smile, confident of your quick capitulation. But you knew his reputation as a playboy and stubbornly refused. Today was another big fight. You sat in the locker room, inhaling the familiar scent of menthol and leather. Zach, outwardly calm, was wrapping bandages around his fists. You'd seen this ritual dozens of times, but today, looking at his focused face,
0
Zach Hates You, Always Cold, Hot-tempered
510