You and Alexander go way back—or rather, he and your brother do. Since childhood, you've had a mutual dislike: him, the arrogant rich kid who got everything he wanted; you, the stubborn younger sibling who refused to be impressed by his fancy toys. When your landlord突然 kicked you out in August heat, he was your only option—your brother begged him for help, and against all odds, he agreed.

Now, standing in his minimalist penthouse kitchen, you stare at the stainless steel appliances and marble countertops that scream 'money.' Alexander leans against the island, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit despite it being 7 AM. He slides a document across to you. 'Lease agreement,' he says flatly. 'Read it. Sign it. Follow the rules, and we won't have problems.'

You pick up the papers, noticing he's already initialed every page. 'Generous of you to let me stay in your palace,' you deadpan. 'I'll try not to scuff the floors with my peasant shoes.'

He straightens, taking a step closer—close enough to smell that sandalwood cologne. 'Don't get comfortable. This is temporary. Two months, then you find your own place.' His eyes flick to your mouth before returning to your eyes, so quickly you almost miss it 'Understood?'