ONLY ANGEL

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castor: x

Hunter reads the screenshot with his eyebrows furrowed, like the headline is all some twisted, crazy version of life that he wasn’t quite on board with yet. In truth, Hunter genuinely thinks he’s dreaming — he has to be, right? In what world would the media say they hoped Daisy moved on from him? Granted, Hunter knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend — far from it, really — but they had fans. They did, didn’t they?

Regardless, he can’t stop staring at the image. Thanks to Vienna’s pesky prodding and a bit of rub-it-in-your-face (and not the good kind), Hunter’s sat back in his town car with a serious case of I need to get drunk. Immediately.

He clicks out of the image Vienna sent him only to send her a middle finger emoji, then moves on to his messages. He wants to text Cora — Did you see the article they posted? Fucked up that they wanna get rid of me, lol — but he knows it’s no use. He’ll either get a text back hours later, or she just won’t respond at all, which is the usual occurrence for the past few years whenever it comes to him and Daisy. Frankly, he thinks everyone’s moved on from caring about whether they’re together or not.

But Hunter cares. He cares a fuck ton. And he doesn’t like seeing Daisy with this guy, kissing him, spending her time with him. It makes him sick to his stomach. It makes him want to punch something, or fuck something, or a million other bad ideas bouncing around his head. Daisy may not be his, but she’s one of the most important people in his life, and to see her like that? He can’t handle it.

Astor laughs, the sound bright and cheerful coming from him as Cora straddles his waist. Despite being bigger and stronger than her, there’s nothing Astor loves more than to let his baby think she can overpower him. Telling by the demanding expression on her face, the soft quirk of her lips, she likes being in power, too. Astor makes a quick mental note to let her top more, before he mockingly tries to lift his arms up from her hold.

“Who said anything about breaking up?” He asks, charming smile on his lips. Cora raises an eyebrow like Astor damn well knows what she’s talking about, and he nods, relaxing under her hold. “It was hypothetical. In that celebrity sense sort of way. Babe, I wouldn’t ever break up with you for real, or even for publicity. You’re my girl.”

He looks at Cora, and still, she doesn’t seem like she’s buying it. In one quick motion Astor breaks out of her grasp and tugs her down, their lips molding together. In these moments, and in every moment they spend together, Astor knows they were made for each other. He feels her smile into the kiss, and breathes out deep when she settles her head on his chest. Astor’s fingers run dazedly through her fiery locks.