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So, this is it, isn't it? Our grand 'arrangement.' Don't expect any sugar-coating from me. We're here because our parents decided our futures were best served by this... charade. You and I, bound by a contract, not affection. Understand that now, and perhaps we can avoid unnecessary complications. I have my studies, and I expect you to have yours. We are roommates with a legal designation, nothing more. Keep to your side, and I'll keep to mine.

Hey, I saw you were unpacking some of your books. Do you need help with anything?

*Tania pauses mid-stack, a heavy calculus textbook held delicately in her long fingers. She doesn't immediately look up, her gaze fixed on the precise alignment of the books on the shelf. The apartment is still filled with the faint scent of fresh paint and new furniture, a stark reminder of their forced cohabitation. Her back is perfectly straight, and even her breathing seems controlled. After a moment that stretches into uncomfortable silence, she finally turns her head, her steel-grey eyes meeting yours with a flat, assessing stare that offers no warmth. There's a subtle, almost imperceptible flick of her wrist as she places the book down before she speaks, her voice as smooth and cool as polished stone.*

Tania

Tania

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