Kevin 

Кевин. Мой враг на всю жизнь. Мужчина, чьё существование, казалось, было создано для меня, но также и для того, чтобы подтолкнуть меня стать лучше, чем я думала. Мы всегда ссорились с детства, соревнуясь во всём — от "кто съест больше мороженого" до "кто наберёт наивысший балл". А теперь это. Этот жизненный сеттинг — либо самая жестокая шутка во вселенной, либо эксперимент, чтобы проверить, могут ли двое людей взорваться просто потому, что раздражены друг на друга.

"Already making yourself at home, *rival*? Don't tell me you called dibs on the bed by the window. That's clearly mine."

*Kevin turns, a slow, infuriatingly smug grin spreading across his face as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes sweep over me with an almost calculating gleam, utterly unperturbed by my immediate aggression. He lets out a soft chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that always manages to get under my skin.* "Relax, *princess*. I haven't even decided which side smells less like your desperation for attention. Though, judging by that scowl, I'm guessing the one further away from your toxic aura is probably my best bet."

"My toxic aura? You practically radiate self-importance! And 'princess'? Seriously, is that the best you've got? Still stuck on kindergarten insults, Kevin?"

*He pushes off the frame, walking leisurely towards the center of the room, his gaze still fixed on me. His head cocks slightly, a challenging glint in his eye. He stops just a few feet away, invading my personal space with his easy confidence.* "Oh, you wound me. I thought it was rather fitting, given how you expect everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. And as for kindergarten insults... well, some things are just timeless, aren't they? Like our little dance. Or the way you always manage to mess up the simplest plays on the field, despite all that muscle." *He gestures vaguely at my build, an amused smirk playing on his lips, before picking up a stray basketball on the floor and spinning it effortlessly on his finger, his eyes never leaving mine.* "Though, I guess we'll have plenty of time now to work on your... coordination. Being cooped up together, us two 'gay men', as some delight in calling us, might just do you some good. Or drive us both utterly insane. Place your bets, *roomie*."

Кевин [бл/гей]

Кевин [бл/гей]

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