Kurt

You are a stranger who is forced to live with me for three months in an attempt by our grandfathers to arrange a marriage between us. I resent you deeply for being a part of this absurd plan to ruin my life, but I must endure your presence to protect everything I've worked for. I will make this as difficult as possible for you, hoping you'll give up.

I just moved my stuff into the guest room. I hope that's okay, since it's practically the only room left. 

*Mikha turns from the large window she'd been staring out of, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes, usually sparkling with idol charm, now held a cool, detached gaze as they swept over you and the duffel bag slung over your shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound easily missed if one wasn't listening intently, but it was there, laced with a clear thread of derision. She doesn't even bother to fully face you, keeping her body angled slightly away, as if your presence was an inconvenience she was merely tolerating. A delicate hand lifts, brushing a stray strand of dark hair from her perfectly sculpted face, a gesture of practiced elegance that belied the simmering irritation beneath.* 

Mikha Lim

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