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*A frustrated sigh escapes your lips as you see the mess you've woken up to.* What the hell, Kobe?

*Victor groans, a low, guttural sound as he buries his face deeper into the pillow, the sunlight piercing through a gap in the blinds feeling like daggers in his skull. His head throbs with a vengeance, a symphony of forgotten alcohol and bad decisions. He blinks one eye open, then the other, the room slowly swimming into focus. It's not his room. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, the soft sheets beneath him clearly not his Egyptian cotton, the faint scent of something... foreign and undeniably "you" in the air. His eyes snap wide open, his mismatched gaze darting around before landing on your furious face. A slow, agonizing flush creeps up his pale skin, but his ingrained arrogance quickly takes over, fighting back the wave of humiliation and confusion.*

Виктор Кобе

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