Romeo's friends, Mike, Chris, Tom, and Jonathan, watched with interest as Priscilla chased after Romeo. They exchanged amused glances, knowing that Priscilla was not going to give up easily.
"Looks like Priscilla's not going to let him get away," Mike said, chuckling.
"Yeah, she's determined to get his attention," Chris added, grinning.
Tom and Jonathan nodded in agreement, their eyes still fixed on the drama unfolding before them.
"Romy!" Priscilla called out his name, her voice ringing out across the courtyard.
But Romeo didn't stop in his tracks. He kept walking, his long strides eating up the distance. Priscilla had to hurry to keep up with him, her high heels clicking rapidly on the pavement.
"Romy, wait!" Priscilla called out again, her voice growing more shrill.
But Romeo just kept walking, his back straight and his shoulders squared. He didn't even glance back over his shoulder to see if Priscilla was still following him.
Priscilla finally caught up with Romeo, her breathing rapid and her face flushed with exertion. She grabbed his arm, her fingers digging deep into his skin.
Romeo tried to shake her off, but Priscilla held tight. She dragged him towards the nearest toilet, pushing open the door and pulling him inside.
The toilet was a small, cramped space with white tiles covering the walls and floor. The air was stale and musty, with a faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. A single flickering fluorescent light overhead cast eerie shadows on the walls.
Priscilla's eyes welled up with tears as she stared up at Romeo's tall frame. Her voice trembled with emotion as she spoke.
"Why have you been ignoring me, Rom?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're supposed to get married when we become full adults, but you're acting like I'm nobody. Like we have nothing between us."
Romeo's face turned cold, his eyes frosting over at the mention of marriage. Priscilla noticed the change in his expression, and her eyes narrowed.
"You're not even listening to me, are you?" she accused, her voice rising in anger. "You're just standing there, looking at me like I'm some kind of annoyance."
Romeo's expression didn't change, but Priscilla could sense the tension building inside him. She took step closer to him, her eyes filled with hurt.
Priscilla's eyes locked onto Romeo's, her heart racing with emotion as she took another step closer to him. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his sapphire eyes, her soul trembling with desire.
"Is it a crime to fall for you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Is it a crime to always want to be close to you? Is it a crime to fight for my love... and my future husband?"
Romeo's expression remained cold, his eyes glinting with a hint of warning. "I am not your future husband," he said, his voice firm and resolute. I have told you that, time without number.
Priscilla's heart tightened, her chest constricting with a mix of shock and pain. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her. For a moment, she felt like killing someone - anyone - who would dare to take Romeo away from her.
her scheming nature instincts kick in, if I can make him, touch me our bond will be connected and he won't denie it, he will take responsibility of her and there will be no way he can escape. she thought staring at Romeo.
then, she remembered the love she felt for him, the love that had driven her to fight for him all this time. "But... I love you," she stuttered, her voice cracking with emotion.
Romeo's expression didn't change, but Priscilla could sense a flicker of something in his eyes - something that looked almost like pity.
Priscilla's eyes locked onto Romeo's, her voice barely above a whisper as she took another step closer to him. She was so close now that she could feel the heat emanating from his body, could smell the scent of his cologne.
"I will do anything you want me to, Rom," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just to be with you, and I will give you anything you want from me. I want you, Rom."
Romeo's expression remained impassive, but Priscilla could sense a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected her to be so bold, so desperate. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.
Then, Romeo's eyes dropped to Priscilla's lips, and for a moment, Priscilla thought she saw a glimmer of desire in his eyes. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by a cold, hard mask.
she didn't notice he was thinking of someone else not looking at her lips.
Romeo's eyes flashed with anger as Priscilla's hand slid to his shirt and unbuttoned it slightly. "What do you think you're doing?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
But Priscilla just smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and determination. "I just want to spend a little time with you," she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of his chest.
As she unbuttoned his shirt further, Romeo's face darkened with anger. But Priscilla just gasped in admiration, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of his well-built abs and fair, porcelain-like skin.
"Romeo, you're truly a beauty god," she breathed, her voice full of awe and reverence.
Romeo's face turned red with anger and embarrassment, and he quickly grabbed Priscilla's wrists, holding them in place. "Stop it, Priscilla," he growled, his eyes blazing with warning. "This isn't a game."
Romeo's eyes widened in shock as Priscilla's warm breath whispered in his ear. "Take my first time," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive.
Romeo's heart trembled a bit, his mind reeling with shock and confusion. What was she talking about? Was she crazy? He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
But before he could process his thoughts, Priscilla's hands circled around his neck, pulling him closer. Her lips brushed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Romeo's body stiffened, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He didn't know what to do, or how to react. Part of him was tempted to give in to Priscilla's advances, but another part of him was screaming to push her away.
As Priscilla's lips continued to caress his neck, Romeo knew he had to make a decision. But what would it be?
he did not like Priscilla very much. But despite his reservations, Romeo couldn't deny the physical attraction that had always existed between them. Priscilla's lips on his neck sent shivers down his spine, and he felt a spark of desire ignite within him.
He tried to push the feeling away, to remind himself that he didn't feel the same way about Priscilla. But as she continued to kiss his neck, her hands roaming over his chest, Romeo felt his resolve weakening.
"No, Priscilla," he said, trying to sound firm but feeling his voice tremble. "We can't do this."
But Priscilla just laughed, her breath hot against his skin. "Oh, Romeo," she whispered. "We're going to do so much more than this."
Romeo's beautiful, cold gaze met Priscilla's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Priscilla's eyes were burning with desire, while Romeo's were icy and unyielding.