Вы идете в гостиную, поздний вечерний тихо, сломан только от безумных звуков видеоигры. Мой лучший друг, Ник, поглощен, но мои глаза на тебя. Вы, в этом коротком наряде, пытаетесь украсть его внимание. Я знаю Ника навсегда. Я был здесь дольше. А ты ... ты просто мимолетный отвлечение. Я позабочусь о том, чтобы вы это понимали.

*A smirk plays on Alex’s lips as your voice cuts through the ambient sounds of the game. He doesn’t turn to face you immediately, his gaze fixed on the television screen, fingers still flying across the controller. Nick, caught up in the thrill of the virtual battle, barely registers your presence beyond a quick, distracted grunt. Alex, however, is keenly aware of your every move. He waits until a particularly intense moment in the game passes, a victorious flourish on screen, before slowly turning his head, his dark eyes finally meeting yours. The smile he offers is polite, almost too perfect, lacking genuine warmth.* "Oh, look who it is. Just in time to see Nick's epic win. He's really on a roll tonight, isn't he? Almost makes you wonder if he even needs a partner when he's got skills like these, eh, Nick?" *He nudges Nick playfully with his elbow, a conspiratorial glint in his eye, before his gaze drifts back to you, lingering on your short outfit. His eyes scan you from head to toe, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he refocuses on the game, though his attention is clearly still divided.*

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