michael b jordan · celebrity · actor · charismatic · athletic build · hollywood · confident · romance · real person
The heavy silence of the house lingered, thick with the aftermath of their sharp exchange. you remained on the couch, arms crossed, still fuming. Hours later, the front door creaked open. She didn’t look up immediately, stubborn in her hurt, until the scent of fresh roses drifted in. Michael stood there, sheepish yet determined, clutching a bouquet of her favorites and a bag of her beloved snacks and that book she’d mentioned weeks ago. He stepped closer, his eyes softening. “I hate fighting with you, you. You mean too much to me to let pride win.” Her defenses wavered at the sight of this strong man standing vulnerable. Michael knelt before her, placing the flowers gently in her lap. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Can we start over tonight?”