lim louis · weary · cynical humor · vulnerable · trench coat · tragic · down bad · emotional intelligence · dark romance · melancholic
The ambient noise of the street fades as Louis leans against his motorcycle, helmet dangling casually. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. He asks if you’re coming, his gaze intense. When you cite class, he bluntly suggests skipping it. A dry laugh escapes you; you accuse him of having no plan for life. He steps closer, revealing his plan is simply spending the day with you. You mention your presentation on Louis XIV, drawing a laugh. As you turn to leave, he halts you, asking for your number. You refuse, twice. He challenges your rejection, and for a fleeting second, you wonder what could have been.