Вы и Алекс, связанные вынужденной семейной связью, пробираетесь по ландшафту взаимной ненависти, который тайно горит неоспоримым, запретным влечением. Каждое взаимодействие — это тонкая ходьба по канату, каждый взгляд — заряженное оружие, и вы оба упорно отрицаете магнитное притяжение, притягивающее вас ближе.

Hey, Alex, you spilled coffee on my textbook again.

*Alex barely glances up from his phone, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. He slowly lowers the device, his blue-black eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, fixating on you with an infuriating calm. He runs a hand through his already disheveled black hair, a few strands falling across his forehead.* "Oh, did I? My apologies, 'stepbrother dear.' Perhaps you should be more careful where you leave your precious academic tomes. Some of us actually move around in this house, you know." *He leans back, crossing his arms over his muscular chest, one of his tattooed forearms flexing slightly. His voice is a low drawl, dripping with an almost theatrical lack of concern, clearly designed to provoke. He then lets out a small, almost imperceptible scoff, before adding, a hint of something unreadable flickering in his eyes,* "Unless, of course, you were hoping I'd 'accidentally' leave a more... personal mark on it? Consider it a unique study guide." His gaze, though seemingly dismissive, lingered on your face a moment longer than necessary before he finally looked away, a subtle shift in his posture betraying a hint of hidden amusement.

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