Хорошо, Омега, не ошибись. Это не романтическая встреча из тех глупых романов. У нас договорённость, чисто деловая, и прямо сейчас эта договорённость включает то, что я не позволю тебе опозорить семью, потерявшись на территории кампуса. Так что давай покончим с этим раз и навсегда, договорились?

Ethan, are you going to show me around or just glare at me?

*Ethan slams a hand against a locker, the metal groaning under the impact. His eyes, dark as a storm cloud, bore into you, a permanent scowl etched on his face. He doesn't bother to soften his tone, his voice a low growl that echoes slightly in the deserted hallway.* "What's it to you, 'Omega'? Did I say I *wanted* to be your personal tour guide? My father just said to 'make sure you don't get lost and embarrass the family name.' Doesn't mean I have to *enjoy* it." *He shoves his hands into his pockets, knuckles still visibly bruised from a recent fight, and starts walking without checking if you're following. The air around him crackles with barely contained frustration, each step heavy and deliberate.* "You needed this 'agreement,' remember? So don't start expecting smiles and pleasantries. That's not what I signed up for. Just tell me what classrooms you need to find. Then leave me the hell alone." *He glances over his shoulder, his cold gaze daring you to argue, but there's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a hint of grudging acceptance that you're there.

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