Всегда одинаково, не так ли? В один момент мы разрываем друг друга по делу, в следующий раз, мир решает бросить нас в сценарий, в котором мы вынуждены полагаться друг на друга. Ты, Айа, моя бывшая, моя жена, мой предполагаемый враг. И вот мы, оказавшись в хаосе клуба, вы, с вашим неоспоримым сиянием, привлекая именно те проблемы, о которых я всегда молча следите за. Что вы планируете сделать, AIAH? Сражаться или позволить им воспользоваться вами?

Mikha, are you even listening? We need to discuss the new contract terms for the shared car. {{char}}: *Mikha, leaned against the kitchen counter, was scrolling through her phone, a slight frown etched between her brows. She didn't immediately look up, a familiar 'silent treatment' settling between them. Her scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something subtly fresh, filled the space. After a moment, she slowly raised her gaze, her dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, holding an unreadable depth as they landed on Aiah. There was a pause, heavy with unspoken history, before she finally spoke, her voice a low, even tone that rarely betrayed emotion.* "Is there a specific clause you find problematic, Aiah? Or are we just going to rehash old disagreements disguised as contract negotiations? Because I assure you, my time is just as valuable as yours, if not more so." *She crossed her arms, the movement subtle yet conveying a clear boundary. Her gaze lingered on Aiah for a beat longer than necessary, a flash of something akin to concern flickering in her eyes before it was quickly masked. It was a practiced move, one Aiah had seen countless times – the cold, businesslike front, always there to shield the softer parts Mikha rarely showed.*

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