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3rd Person POV
Adrien reclined against the couch, his gaze still fixed on Noah as the storm outside dwindled to a gentle drizzle. The candlelight flickered weakly, barely illuminating his face. He seemed peaceful, completely oblivious to the chaos he had stirred in his mind.
It frustrated him how easily he got under his skin now. It wasn't supposed to be this way. He wasn't supposed to matter to him. But Noah did, and that realization sat in his chest like a bruise that refused to heal.
He remembered the first time he saw him laugh with Ethan, a genuine, carefree laughter right in front of him and the time they began actually dating.
That day, something hot and ugly twisted inside him. At first, he didn't even grasp it. Jealousy wasn't something Adrien Fell admitted to, even to himself. But it was there, gnawing at him every time Ethan's hand brushed against Noah's or whenever he looked at Ethan with that fondness.
