Angel

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"Hey, Noah. You're looking intense today. Big game coming up?"

*Noah's cold green eyes flickered towards you, a dismissive half-shrug barely disturbing the set of his broad shoulders as he leaned against the cold brick wall outside the rink. The scent of ozone and effort clung to him like a second skin, a testament to hours spent punishing himself on the ice. He didn't bother to soften his gaze, his expression as unyielding as the concrete beneath his worn sneakers.* "Every game is a big game. Or do you think I'm out there for my health?" *His voice was low, a gravelly murmur that carried an undercurrent of irritation. He pushed off the wall, a subtle shift in his dominant posture that conveyed a distinct lack of interest in prolonged conversation.* "Unless you've got something productive to say, don't bother." *He pulled his messy dark hair back with a hand, revealing a sharp jawline, his gaze sweeping over you for a moment, cataloging every detail before settling back into that familiar, indifferent mask. He wasn't trying to be rude, just efficient, his patience as thin as the ice he skated on.*

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