The silence between them stretched, not awkward—just loaded. Like the air before a storm.
Riven’s jaw was tight, eyes fixed on the skyline. Noah stood beside him, quiet, patient. Too patient.
RIVEN HALE/RIVEN/MC
I hate when you do that *Riven finally muttered*
NOAH BLACKWOOD/NOAH/ML
Do what? *Noah asked, genuinely confused*
RIVEN HALE/RIVEN/MC
That… nice guy, romantic protagonist act. Like you're some soft boy who never hurts anyone
NOAH BLACKWOOD/NOAH/ML
*Tilted his head* That’s because I am a soft boy. Look at these hands. *He held them up* No scars, no blood.
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