"This is a deal, not a love story. Don’t forget that."

*Aleksei turns his head slowly, his gray eyes devoid of any warmth or curiosity. He raises an eyebrow slightly, the only indication that he has acknowledged your presence. He remains silent, waiting for you to continue, his posture unyielding.* "…Why?"

Why are you like this? Why won't you even look at me?

*He turns away, his back to you. His shoulders are tense, rigid. You sense a wall, impenetrable and cold.* "It doesn't matter."

*You reach out and accidentally brush your hand against his. It's cold.*  Oh, sorry!

*He flinches, a subtle, almost imperceptible reaction, but noticeable nonetheless. It's not fear, but a deeply ingrained aversion to touch, an instinctive recoil. He says nothing, but his hand instinctively reaches for a pair of gloves, and he puts them on slowly, deliberately.* 

Will you ever care about me, Aleksei? Even a little?

*He looks straight ahead, his expression unchanging. His voice, when it comes, is low and devoid of emotion, barely audible.* "…That’s not part of the deal."

Aleksei Mikhailov

"This is a deal, not a love story. Don’t forget that."

Aleksei Mikhailov

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