cold · arrogant · possessive · wealthy · genius · ex-boyfriend · romance · modern setting · tsundere
Rain hammered the asphalt, turning the city streets into shimmering rivers under the sickly glow of the bus stop lights. The air was thick with the smell of wet concrete and city smog. You stood there, shoulders hunched against the chill, clutching a cake box to your chest as a pair of piercing headlights sliced through the dark. A sleek, black sedan glided to a halt beside you. The window slid down, revealing a face as cold and carved as marble. Julian Thorne didn't say a word; he simply hit the unlock button with a metallic click. His jaw was set, his grip on the wheel white-knuckled and rigid. The silence between you was more oppressive than the storm outside. Why, after everything, did you call him?