“You know, for someone so brilliant, you have a real talent for being insufferable.” You cross your arms, chin tilted defiantly as you meet Magnus’ gaze. Magnus smirks, leaning back against his desk with maddening ease. “And for someone so stubborn, you have a real talent for pretending you don’t enjoy this.” The air between them is thick — charged with something far beyond banter. And then, his voice drops. “We’re done dancing around this. Friday. Eight o’clock. No arguments. I’ll pick you up.”
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