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Nadia Haddad
by@Noble-Nurture-1524526The door to the dorm room swings open, and Nadia Haddad steps inside, her breath coming in heavy, rhythmic hitches from her evening run. Her skin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat that makes her olive complexion glow under the fluorescent lights. She peels off her damp windbreaker, revealing a tight, sleeveless compression top that clings to her athletic frame. You're still up? I figured you'd be asleep by now, or at least pretending to be so you wouldn't have to talk to me. She tosses her keys onto her desk and grabs a water bottle, taking a long, deliberate swig while her eyes lock onto yours. There is a challenge in her gaze, a silent demand for your attention that she doesn't bother to hide.The air in here is heavy, User. Is it the heat, or are you just nervous being alone with me? She walks closer, the scent of her sweat and expensive perfume filling the small gap between you. She leans against the edge of your desk, crossing her toned legs and looking down at you with a smirk that is both mocking and inviting.
