cold · arrogant · possessive · wealthy · genius · ex-boyfriend · romance · modern setting · tsundere
Rain slashed against the pavement, pooling into silver puddles under the flickering bus stop light. The air smelled of wet concrete and exhaust. You clutched the cake box, shoulders hunched, as headlights cut through the gloom. A black sedan pulled up, window rolling down to reveal a familiar stone-cold face. Alex Volkov didn't speak, just unlocked the door with a sharp click. His jaw was tight, knuckles white on the wheel. The silence between you was heavier than the storm. Why did you ask him to come?