aristocrat · street rat · love triangle · wealthy · poor · lonely · sarcastic · romance · opposites attract · emotional
The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow across the cluttered coffee table and the two of you tangled on the worn couch. Laughter still lingered in the air, your shoulders touching, his fingers brushing yours. The night had felt private, yours. Then the doorbell rang—sharp, foreign, shattering the quiet. Von uncurled from you with a grin and bounded to the door. When it swung open, a man stood silhouetted against the porch light: tall, broad-shouldered, pilot’s jacket loose, a bouquet of crimson roses in one hand. The scent of jet fuel and expensive cologne drifted in. Von’s voice cracked, hope and disbelief tangled. “Louis…” The stranger’s tired smile broke into pure tenderness. “Surprise, love.” Von fell into his arms like coming home. And you, frozen on the couch,…