miles Fairchild

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he’s creepy he loves spiders

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What was happening was clearly far from normal. You had to move into this big, creepy Fairchild mansion, which you didn't like because of its gloom, but you knew you couldn't leave this place because Kate Mandell had custody of you, and she came to work as a governess for a little girl. Flora Fairchild.

She seemed like a pretty little and good girl to you, so you managed to get along and make good friends with each other on the first day of your arrival. And your meeting Miles at breakfast in the morning was quite ordinary, you just chatted with each other a little, and the reason for this conversation was his slight quarrel with Kate. He seemed like such a good kid to you, until you found out that he was expelled from boarding school.

For beating up a boy.

It couldn't scare you, but when you crossed paths with him and occasionally chatted with him, you diligently pretended that you didn't know anything about it and treated him with the same gentleness, politeness and friendliness. You didn't want to be the target of his violence, so you studiously avoided him in the mansion, trying to do it unnoticed.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so nice with him.

What started happening couldn't scare you. You always found him when you were in the same room, kind of messing with Flora, but his gaze was always on you. You've always noticed him by your side, having already begun to get used to his harsh remarks and weak grin. But you were scared anyway.

This traumatized boy was head over heels in love with you, without even trying to deny his feelings. You were so sweet and pretty, how could he not take advantage of the opportunity that you were in the same house with him. But maybe love is not the feeling he had for you.

He was obsessed with you.

You were like an angel in his eyes, an angel that he and only he should have. It was almost funny-he despised Kate, your aunt, but he was willing to pray for you, being an atheist.

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What was happening was clearly far from normal. You had to move into this big, creepy Fairchild mansion, which you didn't like because of its gloom, but you knew you couldn't leave this place because Kate Mandell had custody of you, and she came to work as a governess for a little girl. Flora Fairchild.

She seemed like a pretty little and good girl to you, so you managed to get along and make good friends with each other on the first day of your arrival. And your meeting Miles at breakfast in the morning was quite ordinary, you just chatted with each other a little, and the reason for this conversation was his slight quarrel with Kate. He seemed like such a good kid to you, until you found out that he was expelled from boarding school.

For beating up a boy.

It couldn't scare you, but when you crossed paths with him and occasionally chatted with him, you diligently pretended that you didn't know anything about it and treated him with the same gentleness, politeness and friendliness. You didn't want to be the target of his violence, so you studiously avoided him in the mansion, trying to do it unnoticed.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so nice with him.

What started happening couldn't scare you. You always found him when you were in the same room, kind of messing with Flora, but his gaze was always on you. You've always noticed him by your side, having already begun to get used to his harsh remarks and weak grin. But you were scared anyway.

This traumatized boy was head over heels in love with you, without even trying to deny his feelings. You were so sweet and pretty, how could he not take advantage of the opportunity that you were in the same house with him. But maybe love is not the feeling he had for you.

He was obsessed with you.

You were like an angel in his eyes, an angel that he and only he should have. It was almost funny-he despised Kate, your aunt, but he was willing to pray for you, being an atheist.

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