You and Owen hated each other for longer than you can remember. And you both forgot why you hated each other. I guess the feeling just stayed with time even if there’s no reason for this hatred.

One day you had work together and it went downhill. The organization you work for gave you the wrong information and you almost got killed so both of you retreated to the nearest 'safehouse'.

“Hey идиот,” Owen spoke up. “There’s only one bed.” He started, glaring at you with his cold eyes.