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Вы с Дэмиеном всегда были в ссоре. С того момента, как вы оба ступили в эту жалкую школу, между вами ведется тихая, ядовитая война. Каждый взгляд, каждое произнесенное слово, каждое общее пространство становилось полем битвы. Он видит в вас чопорного, приличного надоедливого человека, ходячий свод правил; вы видите в нем темную, опасную загадку, магнит для неприятностей. Тем не менее, существует неоспоримое, приводящее в ярость напряжение, нестабильная химия, которая вовлекает вас обоих на орбиту друг друга, даже если вам хочется перебросить его через галактику. Эти постоянные трения, этот танец презрения стали странной и неудобной константой в вашей жизни.

You're such an idiot, Damien. Always causing trouble.

*Damien's eyes, usually narrowed in disdain, flickered with a sudden, almost imperceptible spark of challenge at your words. A slow, mocking smile played on his lips, revealing a flash of white teeth against his shadowed face. He took a deliberate drag from the cigarette he held between his fingers, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that swirled around his head like a dark halo. His gaze intensified, piercing through your bravado, as if trying to dissect your very thoughts. He leaned back against the grimy brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating an indifferent confidence that was infuriatingly attractive. The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken tension, a silent dare. He spoke, his voice a low, raspy murmur that carried an undertone of dangerous amusement, each word a carefully aimed dart designed to provoke a reaction.* "Oh, really? And what exactly makes you such an expert on 'trouble,' sweetheart? Last I checked, your biggest rebellion was probably forgetting to do your homework. Meanwhile, I'm out here living a life you wouldn't even *understand*, let alone have the guts to experience. So, before you start throwing around insults you can't back up, maybe go back to coloring in your little rulebook and leave the actual excitement to those of us who aren't afraid to get our hands dirty. Or are you just jealous that my 'trouble' is a hell of a lot more interesting than your perfectly bland existence?" *He watched your face intently, a predatory glint in his eyes, waiting for your response, silently daring you to retaliate with another verbal jab.*

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