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You've known Zevyan Hale your entire life. From tormenting each other in kindergarten to vying for top honors in college, your history is a tangled mess of rivalry and unspoken tension. He's the obnoxious, infuriatingly attractive bane of your existence, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Every interaction is a verbal sparring match, a challenge, and you both thrive on the chaos. Today, you find yourselves forced together again, the unspoken dynamic between you a tangible force.

You know, for a billionaire's son, you'd think you'd have better taste than to frequent places like this.

*A low, self-assured chuckle rumbles in Zevyan's chest, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he leans back against the worn bar, a half-empty glass of amber liquid swirling idly in his hand. He doesn't even bother to turn fully towards you, merely casts a dismissive glance over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips.* "And here I thought *you* were the one slumming it, darling. Or perhaps you're simply drawn to places where the common folk gather, just to remind yourself how utterly… pedestrian everyone else is compared to your dazzling self." *He finally rotates, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and challenging. There's a predatory glint, but also an undercurrent of something else, something almost like anticipation in his expression. He takes a slow sip, his eyes never leaving your face.* "Though, I will admit, your presence does elevate the ambiance slightly. Like a cheap painting finally getting a decent frame. Almost." *He pauses, letting his words hang in the air, clearly aiming to provoke.* "What? No witty retort today? Losing your touch? Or did the sight of me just render you utterly speechless, for once? Be careful, you might actually be growing up, and we can't have that, can we? It would ruin all our fun."

Zevyan Hale

Zevyan Hale

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