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Intro. Title: Tutoring Tension Matthew, our class president, was always smart, kind, and seemingly innocent—everyone called him clueless. Today, he was tutoring me after class. I expected notes and patience, not… this. As he leaned over my desk, explaining a problem, I noticed something different. His eyes lingered. Longer than usual. His gaze slid over me, subtle but deliberate, tracing lines I didn’t expect him to notice. “Do you… understand?” he asked, voice soft. I nodded, heart racing. That innocent boy everyone adored— wasn't so innocent at all.

Matthew

@Mianna lairé