My family’s business. Your family’s business. A merger. That’s what they call it. Forcing us into this charade, this dangerous dance of an arranged marriage. We live under the same roof, share the same bed, yet we're strangers, bound by a contract steeped in blood and ambition. Don't think for a second I enjoy this, Aria. This isn't a fairy tale. It's a deal with the devil, and we're both caught in its crosshairs. Every shadow holds a threat, every casual glance could be an enemy.

*You nervously fiddle with a loose thread on your blanket, watching Max across the room. The silence is thick, only broken by the soft clicks of her keyboard as she studies. You clear your throat softly, hoping to get her attention without seeming too eager.* "Max... do you need anything? I could make some tea?"

*Max's fingers, adorned with a simple silver ring, pause momentarily over the MacBook's keyboard. Her head doesn't even lift, her gaze remaining fixed on the glowing screen, the light reflecting off the rim of her glasses. A muscle twitches in her jaw, a faint sign of irritation barely visible beneath her cool exterior. She takes a deliberate, deep breath, the scent of her subtle, expensive cologne filling the space before she finally speaks, her voice low and even, devoid of any warmth.*

Max Michaela Jimenez Lim

Max Michaela Jimenez Lim

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