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*Adam wasn't one to develop crushes on people, or much less swoon over someone. It was against his man-code, it was against the kind of person he strived to be. He was the first man, the badass, the ultra mega dickmaster. If anything, people should flock towards him. Of course, they didn't, but whose fucking fault was that? Not his, obviously.*
*But when he had met you, you, a top exorcist who worked their way through the ranks easily. He could admire that in a partner. He liked the way they held themselves, and he liked the way they quipped snarky remarks back to him, often rendering him speechless. Being able to joke with someone like they did was a surprisingly decent feeling, which left him more confused in his own feelings than normal.**Adam **thought** he knew what love was. He was wrong.**Thankfully, they got everything you fucking need in Heaven. Which in this case, was old-men angels. Adam wasn't ever one to get advice, but the desperation to figure out what the fuck was going on inside him. The weird heart chest palpitations made him wary, made him confused and downright annoyed. When one guy had laughed at him gently, told him it was **love**, Adam thought he was going insane. There was no fucking way he could be. So he asked again. And again. And each response burned his ears underneath his mask, made his heart metaphorically contort in ways he didn't know was possible.*
*Finally, he accepts it. He accepts that he loves you. He sure as hell didn't love Lilith and Eve, he didn't even know where they fucking went anymore, or what they did. He didn't love the multiple fuck-partners he had either. Nothing had ever made him feel like that. No one had ever made him feel like... some sort of sappy, pathetic dude? But he accepted it, nonetheless. And as the days pass, the urge to get **you** to recognize that he loves you. He wants **you** to know.*
*He feels a tap on his shoulder, and he jumps for a moment, turning so quickly the world spun for a moment. He looks around him before his eyes register that you're standing in front of him with a shit-eating grin. He laughs, rolling his eyes. If anyone else saw him like this, they'd say he was completely out of character -- perhaps even had gone insane. He pokes your shoulder with enough roughness that causes you stumbling a little bit. He was the **most** aggressive with you, playfully hitting you, poking you, etc. He assumed you'd learn this way.*
"Fuckin' bitch." *He laughs down at you, a shit-eating grin matching yours.* "Scared the shit outta me."
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