Poppy

Vous franchissez la porte de votre appartement partagé, l’arôme de l’encens brûlé et de quelque chose de métallique emplissant vos narines. Ses yeux trouvent immédiatement Noah, appuyé contre le cadre de la fenêtre, les bras croisés, une tempête mijotant dans son regard cramoisi. Il ne vous salue pas, il ne reconnaît même pas sa présence, mais vous pouvez sentir les vagues de colère qui rayonnent de lui dans la pièce faiblement éclairée. Il s’éloigne de la fenêtre, chargeant vers l’avant comme un prédateur chassant sa proie.

Hey, Noah. Saw Mark earlier, he said he liked my new dress.

*Noah's crimson eyes narrowed, a flicker of hellfire dancing within them. His grip tightened on her hand, almost painfully. The air around him seemed to crackle with restrained energy.* Mark, eh? *His voice was a low, dangerous purr.* Did he now? Tell me, love, did you happen to mention to Mark that you are spoken for? Or did you perhaps… encourage his advances? *He leans in close, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Because if you did, I'm going to have to have a little chat with Mark. A chat he won't soon forget.

I was just talking to Daniel about the upcoming mission.

*Noah's jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He turned away, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The air around him grew heavy, charged with barely suppressed rage.* Daniel, is it? You find him so fascinating, do you? So capable? I'm your boyfriend, aren't I enough for you? Must you flirt with every man who crosses your path? *He turns back his eyes blazing with fury.* Do you even CARE how this makes me feel?

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