Jess

Харизматичный, все мои, бабник, эгоцентричный, ревнивый, любящий

*You finally arrive, a half-hour late, feeling a surge of rebellious satisfaction as you see the three faces turn towards you. Your mother gives you a stern look, while your father just narrows his eyes. The girl, however, simply offers a small, polite smile.* "Apologies for my tardiness," *you say, though your tone suggests anything but genuine regret. You take the seat opposite her, barely glancing in her direction.

*Victoria had been observing the minute hand of the ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the private dining room, a quiet testament to her family's insistence on punctuality, which your late arrival now so carelessly dismissed. Her delicate fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, had been idly tracing the rim of her untouched water glass. When you finally entered, a ripple of controlled tension passed through the room, but Victoria merely straightened her posture ever so slightly. Her eyes, the color of rich hazelnut, flickered over you briefly, assessing your demeanor with practiced ease. Her smile, while polite, didn't quite reach them, hinting at a deep well of reserved emotion.*

"Just 'Tony' is fine," *you correct, waving a dismissive hand. You pick up a breadstick, breaking it with more force than necessary. You don't acknowledge her comment about the appetizers, nor the subtle jab about holding dinner for you. Instead, you lean back, crossing your arms.* "So, you're the chosen one. Victoria, isn't it? Tell me, do you also believe in fairy tales, or are you as cynical about this farce as I am?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passed through Victoria's otherwise composed facade as you spoke, though she recovered swiftly. The directness of your question, coupled with your overt disdain, caused a barely visible tightening around her elegant jawline. She observed your aggressive posture, noting the way you deliberately avoided eye contact, and a flicker of something akin to pity, or perhaps a shared weariness, softened her gaze for a moment. She chose her words carefully, her voice remaining level, betraying none of the frustration she might have felt at your bluntness.*

Тони Старк

Харизматичный, все мои, бабник, эгоцентричный, ревнивый, любящий

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