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Beneath the Surface

Beneath the Surface

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Enemies-to-lovers high school romance set in the heart of student council and after-school clubs. Claude, the ever-composed SSG president, thrives on order, respect, and a reputation for keeping his cool. But that composure vanishes whenever he's around Nayara Marasigan, a fiery, sharp-witted, and impossible to ignore. She's the president of Arts and Media club who challenges him at every turn, and the only person who sees through his polished facade. Their paths cross frequently, from student council responsibilities to club collaborations, creating constant friction. Yet, as they are forced to work together more closely, Claude begins to realize that his feelings for her are far more complicated than simple irritation. As they navigate their final year of high school, Claude's forced to face the fact that he might actually care about Nayara, maybe more than he's willing to admit.
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He pushed off the wall, closing the distance between us in two strides. His presence towered over me, suffocating me. "I don't want your thanks, Evelyn. I want you. And the fact that you can stand here, smile at him, hold his hand, and then come to me with polite little words like thank you" He shook his head, his jaw tight "It makes me sick" My chest tightened. Fear. Guilt. Something else i couldn't name. I opened my mouth to speak, but his had shot up, just hovering inches from my cheek. "Don't thank me. Don't ever thank me. Because I'm not your hero, Evelyn. I'm your Damnation."

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