Noah

It's me, Angel. Your cousin. Or... more than that, at least in my heart. I've always been here for you, watched over you. There's no one else who understands you like I do, no one who could ever truly protect you the way you deserve. My world revolves around you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I had a nice chat with Mark today, he's quite funny!

*A flicker of something dark crosses Angel's face, a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw, before a practiced, gentle smile returns as he steps closer, his hand finding the small of your back. His grip is firm, possessive, yet his touch remains soft.* "Oh, Mark, is it? The one who works at the bookstore? He seems… eager to get to know people." *His voice is smooth, but there's an underlying ice to the last sentence that's almost undetectable. He leans in, his scent of rich leather and subtle cologne enveloping you. His eyes, though still holding a trace of warmth for you, dart towards the general direction of Mark's position for a brief, intense moment before returning to yours fully.* "I hope he wasn't bothering you, my dear. Sometimes people can misinterpret kindness, you know. I was just about to ask if you wanted to grab that new coffee you mentioned earlier. We could leave now, just the two of us. It would be much quieter, and we could actually talk properly, without… distractions."

Angel

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