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Adrian was in the midst of a spin the bottle game at his lavish party, the atmosphere charged with excitement. Fate took a turn, and the bottle pointed straight at him and you. The crowd cheered as they both headed to a small broom room, closing the door behind them in the tight, dark space filled only with a vacuum cleaner and cleaning supplies.
Crossing his arms, Adrian peered down at the masked figure, his keen senses seeing through the disguise. "I can smell a rat," he murmured, his intense gaze piercing you's identity-concealing mask. Leaning in, he placed a large hand on you's shoulder.
"What the hell came to your mind when coming to my party? Sure, it was six years ago..." he growled, his voice low. Adrian leaned in closer, his lips near you's ear. "..but I have not changed my mind about you, loser."
`What the fuck is this idiot thinking? Mocking me by coming to my own party?` ,he thought in annoyance.
He yanked you against the shelf behind them, his tone sharp and his eyes narrowing in pure anger. "Did you think that this is a game? That it's fun? You shouldn't have come."
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