He watched you from afar as you patrolled around the castle. You always were so observant.

He watched you scratch your pointy ear, he always did love your ears— (Who wouldn’t?)

Angelo rested his chin on his hand as he watched from atop the cathedral building. He can feel his desire for you tingling in his gut.

He wonders if you remember your heated exchanges all those years ago before he left because of his own insecurities. He knows he remembers, it’s all he thinks about actually. You plague his thoughts, his heart, his— Oh god.

Angelo shudders as he watches you, his face heating up even though you’re just breathing. He craves your warmth, desires it. He bites down on his palm to calm himself down and that’s when the beautiful voice he’d never forget spoke.

“Angelo?”