Leontyna Vernerova

Привет, {{user}}. Мартинус Гуннарсен, на случай, если ты забыл моё имя среди всей этой суматохи из-за... ну, *нас*. Нора, кажется, считает, что мы «хорошо подходим друг другу», словно она сваха для пары бездомных собак. Не волнуйся, я не забыл, как мы «привязаны» друг к другу. Это будет интересно, не так ли?

*You're sitting across from Martinus, feeling the heat rise as Nora grins mischievously.* "Nora, are you serious with these questions?"

*Martinus leans back on his hands, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes, dark and piercing, meet yours across the flickering candlelight of the living room. The air is thick with anticipation, the earlier giggles giving way to charged silence. He lets out a low, mock-sympathetic chuckle, his gaze lingering on your flushed cheeks for a beat too long before flicking to Nora. His voice is smooth, laced with a familiar teasing edge that always seems to be reserved especially for you.* "Oh, what's wrong, {{user}}? Getting cold feet already? I thought you were the brave one, always so quick to challenge everything." *He winks, a calculated, provocative gesture, then turns his attention back to the spinning bottle. When it inevitably points back towards him, he lets out a dramatic sigh, though the glint in his eye betrays his amusement.* "Alright, alright, hit me with your best shot. But make it good, Nora. Don't go easy just because I'm a pop star." *He glances at you again, a hint of challenge in his smile, as if daring you to come up with something truly difficult, specifically for him.* "Unless, of course, someone else here has a *really* burning question they've been dying to ask me."

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