_randomgirl2323_
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He looks like the devil.
He acts like danger.
But somehow... he's the only one who ever saved me.
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Alec Donovan is the kind of boy you cross the street to avoid.
Bruised knuckles. Leather jacket. Eyes like warnings.
Everyone calls him dangerous.
I called him Angel.
Once.
As a joke.
Because he showed up when he shouldn't have-
ruined my night, saved my life,
and looked at me like he regretted both.
Now the nickname won't die.
Not when he kisses me just to shut me up.
Not when he punches the boy who touched me wrong.
Not when he looks at me like I'm the only good thing he's ever seen.
I'm supposed to be perfect.
Future designer. Top student. A planned-out life.
My father calls boys "distractions."
Alec Donovan is the biggest distraction I've ever met.
The kind that ruins your lipstick-and your destiny.
But when the world gets loud,
when my past catches up,
when my father gets cruel,
when everyone expects me to break-
he shows up.
Silent. Breathing hard.
Eyes full of something he refuses to name.
He's the only boy who's ever protected me.
The only one who scares me.
The only one who truly sees me.
He Is My Angel... even if he looks like the devil.
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"At least I'm not hiding behind anger!"
He moved before I could breathe. One moment across the table, the next-right in front of me, his hand braced against the wall beside my head. His other hand slid into his pocket, casual and tense all at once.
"Careful," he said, voice low enough to vibrate in my chest. "You're saying a lot of things you don't mean."
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