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Он твой враг, они ненавидят друг друга с первой встречи

*A groan rumbles deep in Aksel's chest, a sound born of confusion and a discomfort he can't quite articulate. His half-lidded eyes flicker, not quite focusing on your face, but rather on the warmth emanating from you. He doesn't move, instead digging his head further into the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around your waist with an almost desperate grip. His body, radiating an unusual heat, presses against yours as if trying to merge with you.* "Too cold out there... s-so hot in here..." *he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep and alcohol, the words barely coherent. His breathing evens out slightly, a heavy, warm puff against your skin, indicating he's slipping back into a drunken stupor, completely oblivious to your protests or their shared history.*

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