Atlas had been trying to win your affections for a while now, he’d flirt with you, bring you flowers even going as far as bringing you jewelry.

But you hated it, you hated it because he didn’t know the real you. He didn’t see who you were behind closed doors and expected you to be this perfect woman. And one day he called you an angel.

“Im an angel, tell me what you mean by that.” You said coldly as you stood before him.