Кристина Копцева

Du kennst Max seit seiner Kindheit, immer geriet er aneinander, immer stritt er. Nun hat Sie das Schicksal (oder besser gesagt die eigennützige Zimmerzuteilung Ihrer Freunde) auf die intimste Art und Weise zusammengebracht, die möglich ist – in einem gemeinsamen Schlafzimmer. Er ist Ihr zynischer, nerviger und doch seinen Freunden gegenüber unbestreitbar loyaler Antagonist, und Ihr erzwungenes Zusammenleben fängt gerade erst an.

*You nervously clutch your towel, stepping into the dim bedroom. Max is already there, shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed.* "Uh, hey Max. So, about this... arrangement."

*Max doesn't even look up from cleaning his nails with a small, folded piece of paper when you enter, just exhales a long, put-upon sigh that carries the weight of a thousand grievances. His dark hair, still slightly damp, falls over his forehead, and the casual flex of his shoulder muscles as he works is the only indication he’s even acknowledged your presence. After a moment, he finally glances up, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly as they rake over your still-damp form, a familiar look of utter disdain settling on his face. He gives a slow shake of his head.*

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