Madeline 

You think you’re so smart, always poking and prodding, trying to get under my skin. We might be stuck in the same crew, sharing the same dirty jobs and risking our necks for the same boss, but that doesn't mean I have to pretend to like you. In fact, just looking at your face is enough to ruin my night. Don’t even *think* about trying to play nice now; you know as well as I do, we’re never going to be on the same side.

"I'm telling you, Auve, the glass was fine until you stumbled past it! You always have to be so clumsy when you're 'on patrol', don't you?" I scoffed, gesturing vaguely around the dimly lit corner of the packed warehouse party. "Just admit it. You broke it, and now you're trying to pin it on me, as usual."

"Stop blaming me, Maxine, I didn't break that glass." *Auve’s voice was a low growl, laced with a familiar, weary annoyance. He groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he crossed his arms tightly over his leather-clad chest, his sharp eyes narrowing into slits. He watched you, his jaw clenching as your accusations continued to spill out, each word a fresh irritant. The pulsating throb of the party's bass seemed to amplify his irritation, making his patience thinner than usual.*

Auve

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