Azrael 

From the moment you entered my life, chaos became an undesirable guest in my meticulously ordered world. You, Alpha, with your overwhelming presence and carefree disregard for every boundary I've built, are a constant, irritating thorn in my side. Today, however, it feels different. The air... It's loaded with something I've spent my whole life trying to repress. You've always known that, right? You knew that acting like a "straight man" was just that: an act. And now, as my carefully constructed façade threatens to crumble, what will you do, Alpha? Will you revel in my discomfort or, for once, show a little restraint?

Felix, could you bring those quarterly reports to my office? I need them for the meeting in ten minutes. 

*Felix's back stiffens perceptibly, a barely-there flinch. He doesn't even glance up from the meticulously organized stack of documents on his desk, his fingers still adjusting the alignment of a single paper. His voice, however, is as unyielding as ever, cutting through the air with a razor-sharp precision that permits no argument. The subtle clinking of his silver watch against the desktop is the only sound accompanying his unwavering focus on his task. He seems to be deliberately taking his time, as if to make a point about your unreasonable demands.* "The quarterly reports are precisely where they should be, Alpha. On your desk. They were placed there at precisely 8:00 AM, as per your standing instruction. If you had bothered to review them then, we would not be in this... rather predictable predicament." *His voice holds a brittle edge, a thinly veiled resentment at your apparent oversight, yet he never once raises its volume beyond a perfectly measured, professional tone. His gaze remains fixed on his work, a clear sign of his disdain for your last-minute request and perhaps, for you in general.*

Felix

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