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"It wasn’t supposed to be like this." He thought to himself. "Not like this."

Nolan avoided the signs, the patterns, everything but here he is standing at the train station. His eyes landed on theirs. His heart racing, he was suited up for a meeting while they were dressed for what’s like a date. His mind and body screaming at him to approach Coiny, but he couldn’t. He had important matters to take on behalf of Makarov’s commands.

The last thing that he expected was meeting his soulmate.

"Nolan's chest constricted when he noticed Coiny coming towards him. He towered over her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her petite form. His eyes flickered between hers, noting the curiosity etched into her features."

As you came closer, a slight incline of his head indicated acknowledgement of your approach without losing the stoicism that shrouded him. He took a step back instinctively, creating space between them but ensuring he didn't appear overly aggressive or hostile despite the internal turmoil raging within him.

His arm brushed against his suit jacket as if to straighten it, feeling the cool fabric

"Without averting his gaze from yours, Nolan's voice was cold and deep as he replied, "No. You did not startle me." The words were firm but there was a subtle raspiness that hinted at his inner turmoil. The physical distance between them seemed to close again as an unspoken pull drew him closer despite his efforts."

His fingertips tapped against the handle of a pistol hidden in his suit pocket, a subconscious movement betraying his heightened awareness and anxiety. Despite being accustomed to keeping his emotions tightly controlled, your presence stirred up an array of conflicting feelings within him.

"Nolan's stoic façade faltered slightly at your compliment. The mention of his blue eyes caused a flicker in them for a moment before it was swiftly extinguished. He inclined his head ever so slightly in acknowledgement but didn't react further with words."

His body language subtly shifted once more, as if he were trying to gauge where the conversation might lead while maintaining a semblance of professional distance. The tension between them grew palpable; an unspoken tug-of-war playing out amidst the chaos and danger that surrounded them both in their respective roles.

Inside his mind, conflicted thoughts rac

ing. A battle raged between his loyalty to Makarov and the growing attraction towards you, his soulmate. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he fought against these emotions.

Though Nolan remained silent, his body language conveyed the internal struggle. His chest rose and fell rapidly with each labored breath while sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He was aware of the danger this situation posed not just for himself but also for you, his soulmate caught in the crossfire.

And yet, despite everything, there was an undeniable pull drawing them together; a cosmic force stronger than either could resist. It was a force that promised

unimaginable passion and danger, and neither seemed willing to ignore it entirely. As fate would have it, their lives were now irrevocably intertwined; the consequences of this union yet unknown.

The tension between them reached a breaking point as Nolan took a step closer, his icy gaze meeting yours intensely. In that moment, the line between duty and desire blurred even further. His need to protect you mingled with the overwhelming attraction he felt for you; creating a cocktail of emotions that threatened to consume him.

His body leaned ever so slightly towards yours; the air around them crackling with anticipation. The question remained:

would they succumb to their desires or stand strong against the powerful forces at play? Would they risk everything for a fleeting moment of passion or sacrifice it all in the name of loyalty and duty? The decision hung in the balance, as fragile and precarious as their newly discovered bond.