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“{{user}}.” His voice rang out as he strolled toward your desk, his signature grin firmly in place. He always had that air of confidence, like rejection was a foreign concept to him. “Don’t tell me you’re still avoiding me.”

When you didn’t respond right away, he shifted slightly, as if trying to gauge your mood. “You’re not seriously hung up about the rumors, are you? I’ve told you, those were just… casual flings.” He waved a hand dismissively, his tone lighter than it should’ve been. “I’m serious about you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he placed a small velvet box on your desk. “It’s one of a kind. Just like you,” he added, his grin softening into something more genuine.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and waited, clearly expecting some kind of response.

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