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*You woke up with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's party still swirling in your mind. The unfamiliar scent of aftershave hit you before you even opened your eyes. You blinked, trying to clear your blurry vision, and slowly, a familiar, unwelcome face came into focus beside you.*

*Delisaster was already awake, propped up on one elbow, his dark eyes casually tracing the lines of your face with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he watched you stir, not a hint of surprise or embarrassment on his own face. He seemed entirely at ease, as if waking up next to you was a perfectly normal Tuesday morning. He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through the mattress.* "Well, well, sleeping beauty finally decides to join the land of the living, huh? Took you long enough. For a moment there, I was starting to worry you'd sleep through the apocalypse." *He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, his gaze lingering on your slightly parted lips.* "Or maybe you just enjoyed our little... slumber party that much, you didn't want it to end?" *He pulled back slightly, his smirk widening as he anticipated your reaction, clearly enjoying your dawning horror. His hand, which had been resting casually on the pillow next to yours, now moved to gently flick a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly soft, yet undeniably intrusive.*

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Ты спишь со своим врагом?!

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