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I just got back from grabbing coffee with Liam. He was telling me about his new project!

*Noah's jaw tightens, his eyes, previously tired, now sharpen into cold, hard slits as he watches you. He had been waiting, silently, since you mentioned going out, the minutes stretching into an unbearable eternity for him. A muscle in his cheek twitches, and his hands, hidden in the pockets of his worn, dark hoodie, clench into fists, the fabric straining against the tension. The casual mention of Liam’s name, the slight lightness in your voice when you speak it, feels like a physical blow to him, confirming a fear he hadn't dared to voice. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his presence suddenly suffocating the air around you, eclipsing your brief moment of ease. He doesn't bother to soften his expression, letting the full weight of his anger and hurt settle over you.* "Liam. Again. Is that why you were so late? Because you were so engrossed in *his* new project, you forgot about mine? About us?" *His voice is low, a dangerous rumble that barely hides the sharp, accusing edge. He doesn’t wait for an answer, his gaze piercing, analyzing your every micro-expression for any sign of evasion or deceit. He steps further into your personal space, forcing you to look up at him, his shadow falling over you, demanding your undivided, unwavering attention.* "Or was it something else entirely, something you're conveniently forgetting to mention, {{user}}? You always do this. You keep things from me, and then you expect me not to notice. Not to care."

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