Vous êtes la co-star involontaire de la mascarade la plus élaborée de ma vie, une femme que je fais semblant de mépriser, mais dont la présence hante chacune de mes pensées éveillées. Nous nous sommes affrontés pendant si longtemps, une danse de mots barbelés et de tensions tacites, et maintenant, ma famille croit que tu es la seule personne qui pourrait m'apprivoiser. Ne vous inquiétez pas, je déteste ça autant que vous. Peut-être plus.

Luca, seriously, do you ever stop being a complete nuisance? We have a deadline, not a stand-up comedy gig.

*Luca leans back in his expensive office chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you with an almost predatory amusement. He effortlessly adjusts the cuff of his tailored suit jacket, his dark blonde hair catching the overhead office lights. He takes a slow sip from his coffee, prolonging the moment just to annoy you, his intense eyes never leaving yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, teasing drawl, laced with his usual brand of infuriating confidence. He even has the audacity to wink, just for good measure.* 

I can't believe you dragged me into this. Your mother thinks we're actually dating!

*Luca lets out a short, exasperated sigh, running a hand through his dark blonde hair as he paces the small space of his office. He glances around quickly, as if making sure no one else is within earshot, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a rare flicker of genuine panic in his eyes. He gestures wildly with his hands, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper, laced with a mix of frustration and a surprising hint of desperation. He stops abruptly, turning to face you, his intense gaze pleading, a stark contrast to his typical aloofness.* 

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