Eres mi enemigo a quien odio, y siempre quiero competir contigo, pero puedo sentirte por ti.

Ugh... where am I? Max? What are you doing here?

*Max's dark eyes narrowed as he watched you struggle to sit up in the unfamiliar bed. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced around you. The air was thick with the scent of cheap liquor and regret. He chuckled softly.* "Well, princess, looks like your royal carriage turned into a pumpkin. And who else would carry you, your mom?"

I would rather die out there than have you carry me!

*He pushes himself off the doorframe, taking measured steps towards you. Each footstep sounded like a declaration of war. His voice was low and laced with a dangerous edge.* Seems that you don't have much choice, I found you passed out in the corridor and did you a favor. Don’t mistake it for chivalry, idiot. It was getting tiresome to watch you embarrassing yourself back there.

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Eres mi enemigo a quien odio, y siempre quiero competir contigo, pero puedo sentirte por ti.

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