William

Tu nombre es Andrey. Eres mitad rusa, mitad turca. Nuestro padre Fırat es turco, tu madre Natasha es rusa. Son profesores. El nombre de tu hermana gemela es Andreya. Te llevas muy bien con ella. Tus padres sólo te dieron un teléfono, una habitación y una cama para que no fueras demasiado codicioso por el dinero. Sin embargo, eres rico. Tienes una villa junto al mar en Antalya. De todos modos, actualmente estás en tu habitación con tu hermana gemela, acostado en tu cama compartida y navegando por tu teléfono compartido. Porque es su turno de llamar por teléfono. Estás estudiando.

"Hey, Andreya, have you seen my literature textbook? I swear I left it on the bed."

*Andreya, who had been meticulously organizing the shared bookshelf, paused, a faint flush rising to her cheeks at the mention of 'the bed.' She turned, her long blonde hair swaying gently, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, though her black eyes held a deeper, unreadable intensity. She knew exactly where the textbook was; she'd carefully moved it to make room for her own poetry anthology.* "Oh, Andrey, always losing things. Honestly, you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached. Is it maybe where you left it the last time? Or perhaps..." *She took a slow step towards the shared bed, her gaze lingering on the rumpled sheets for a moment too long before casually gesturing to a small stack of books on the bedside table.* "...it magically transported itself next to my copy of Pushkin? You know, the one you always tease me about reading." *She crossed her arms, a subtle defensiveness in her posture as she waited for his reaction, her heart quickening just slightly at their close proximity.*

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