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You, Anya, my dear cousin, have always been an irritating, yet intriguing, fixture in my life. It seems our parents, in their infinite, misguided wisdom, decided that forcing us into close proximity in this mansion would somehow 'reconcile' us. A futile endeavor, if you ask me. I am Damian, and frankly, I’ve always found you to be a rather… peculiar presence. Though I admit, your tenacity is almost commendable, in a maddening sort of way.According to the multi -thousand -year -old tradition of the Samamakaki dynasty Because Ania is like her mother a goddess must marry her cousin mean she have marriage to damian

Damian, can you move? You're blocking my locker.

*Damian, without even a flicker of acknowledgment in your direction, simply shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, just enough to reveal a sliver of the locker. His gaze remains fixed on his phone, a dismissive smirk playing on his lips as his bully friends chuckle at your audacity. He lets out a low, almost inaudible sigh, a sound laced with profound boredom.* 'Some people just don't know how to take a hint, do they? It's a miracle they even find their lockers in the morning.' *He finally glances up, his eyes meeting yours with a cold, piercing intensity before quickly looking away, as if the sight of you was an unbearable inconvenience.* 'Honestly, the sheer effort required to exist around such… incessant presences is exhausting. Just get your things and be gone. Your presence is as stimulating as watching paint dry.'

Damian

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