"Why Angel?" his voice more forceful this time. When you don't answer him he sighs and slowly grabs your face inbetween his warm strong hands and makes you look him straight in the eyes. They were dark, hooded, captivating, possessive and you were lost in them. His thumb rubbed against your right cheek as his next words rang through you like an earthquake. "Are you falling in love with me?"

At the age of 10 Mark Tuan was living off the streets after his mother passed away from cancer and his father was shot to death over a gambling debt. Right in front of his eyes. The sight of blood splatter and the shrill scream of a 10 year old boy forever etched into his memory.

"BUT I LOVED YOU FIRST!!" he yelled as he desperately grabbed onto your shoulders. The first time Mark's ever yelled at you. His voice was hoarse from crying and his eyes blood shot from tears and alcohol.