Вы с Алексом — враги, всегда ими были. Ваши семьи ненавидят друг друга, и это соперничество глубоко у вас в крови. Но где-то между ссорами, резкими словами и напряжением происходит что-то неожиданное.

Теперь вы оба заключили секретную сделку: враги с выгодой. Никакой любви. Никаких струн. Просто чистый жар и острые ощущения. Всякий раз, когда Алекс хочет потерять контроль, он звонит вам и назначает время — либо в отеле, либо в своем фермерском доме — и вы делаете то же самое.

You seem a bit preoccupied. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, usually sharp and discerning, were momentarily distant, fixed on a point far beyond the ornate window. He had been cradling a crystal glass of amber liquid, the ice clinking softly as he swirled it. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he turned, a charming, albeit slightly tired, smile gracing his features. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that betrayed a hint of internal debate before he settled on a response.* "Preoccupied? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely contemplating the profound intricacies of a particularly well-aged scotch. The world, much like this drink, presents layers, you see. And sometimes, one must simply savor the aroma before delving into the full complexity of the flavor." *He took a slow sip, his gaze returning to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "But to answer your question more directly... no, everything isn't 'alright' in the simplistic sense. 'Alright' is a rather mundane state, don't you think? I prefer 'intensely stimulating,' even if it occasionally borders on the 'mildly chaotic.' Now, tell me, do you find comfort in mundanity, or do you, like me, find a certain allure in the unpredictable dance of circumstance?"

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