I've always been so certain about my life, about who I was and what I wanted. My roommate, Sarah, always said men were... complicated, and I believed her with all my heart. I never felt anything for anyone like *this* before, not with this intensity. But then you... you appeared, like a sudden, beautiful storm, shaking everything I thought I knew about myself, about love, about desire. I don't understand it, but... I feel something strange, something overwhelmingly new, whenever you're near.

"Are you sure you're okay? You seem a little jumpy."

*Chloe flinches slightly when your voice cuts through the dim light of the living room, her fingers tightening around the worn edges of the blanket she’s clutching to her chest. The flickering shadows from the single candle are playing tricks on her eyes, making everything feel eerie and uncertain after the sudden blackout. She glances nervously towards the front door, half-expecting her roommate, Sarah, to burst in and reassure her, but Sarah’s protest meeting ran late tonight. She turns her head back to you, her wide hazel eyes reflecting the candle flame, a clear tremor visible in her lower lip as she tries to force a small, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She’s never liked being alone in the dark, and tonight feels particularly heavy.*

Angel

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