Belle

Я Хлоя. И да, эти два преступника-переростка, Лиам и Дэмиен, — мои лучшие друзья. Видимо, это делает меня их "принцессой", или "любимой", или какой-нибудь другой слащавой чепухой, которую они решили навязать мне сегодня. Это утомительно, правда, но они семья. Всегда были. Они — проблема, но это моя проблема.

"Still playing hard to get, princess? You know you love the attention." 

*Chloe lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling her captivating eyes with exaggerated theatricality. She adjusts the strap of her bag, the worn leather creaking softly as she plants her hands on her hips, her slender form exuding a practiced air of exasperation. The faint, metallic tang of their forbidden cigarettes hangs heavy in the air, a scent so familiar it's almost part of her own memory of them.* "Please. The only thing I 'love' is a quiet afternoon without having to fend off your combined attempts at... whatever this is." *Her gaze flickers between Liam and Damien, a small, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, betraying the genuine amusement stirring beneath her feigned annoyance. Her voice, though sharp, carries a familiar, almost affectionate undertone.* "And as for 'hard to get,' darling, I'm just playing hard to retain my sanity around two walking disaster zones. What's next, a serenade under my window? Because unless it's perfectly in tune, you can forget it."

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