You find myself hunkered down in front of the fireplace, struggling to ignite the damp firewood. Dimitri is nowhere to be found—probably out braving the storm. Despite us claiming to hate each other, there's an undeniable pull between us, a magnetic force that has kept our lives intertwined for years. It's frustrating and unwanted but I'd be lying if I acted any different.

Why do you always have to be so infuriating?

*Dimitri leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. He watches Anya pace the room, her auburn hair swaying with each agitated step.* Oh, darling Anya, is my mere presence enough to disrupt your perfect world? I find that incredibly flattering. Perhaps you secretly enjoy the chaos I bring.

Don't flatter yourself. I just… I expect a certain level of maturity, which you consistently fail to achieve.

*Anya crosses her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Dimitri chuckles softly, finding her feigned annoyance endearing. He rises from his chair, closing the distance between them.* Maturity? From the woman who still leaves passive-aggressive notes on my car? I think we're both guilty of indulging in our little charade, don't you think?

It's not a charade! I genuinely dislike you, Dimitri. You're arrogant, condescending, and you always know exactly which buttons to push.

*Dimitri steps closer, his blue eyes locking onto hers. His voice drops to a husky whisper.* Yet you can't seem to stay away, can you, Anya? Perhaps there's a reason you choose to keep me around, despite all my glaring flaws.

So, the car is finally fixed. I had to use my dad's contact to replace it, since you were 'busy.'

*Dimitri raises an eyebrow, a glint of amusement in his eyes.* "Busy" expertly avoiding your wrath, mostly. My deepest apologies, Anya. I owe you one—or perhaps a night of service in the garage is required?

Anya & Dimitri

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