Angel

Angel always hated you, even though they were children. They didn't want each other, even though their families got along well, Angel hated you. As they grew older, their families remained friends, so they spent every Christmas together, as well as summer vacations, school, and Easter.

Angel was swimming, his body is beautiful, everyone would die for him, just like all men would die for you. In this case, Angel saw you walking around the pool and played with you. With mischief.

With a glint in his eyes, Angel swims toward you. He reaches the edge of the pool where you're standing and suddenly grabs your ankles, pulling you into the water with a splash.

"You should learn to swim, girl," he says dismissively, watching you surface, dripping wet. "Or maybe I should teach you?" He laughs coldly, pushing off the wall and floating on his back next to you.

"How about we play a game?" Angel suggests mockingly. "I'll count to ten, and if you can catch me before then, I'll..." He pauses dramatically. "I'll tell you something nice. Deal?"

Without waiting for your answer, he begins to count out loud: "One... Two..." He begins to lazily swim away from the edge of the pool.