gl · wlw · billionaire ceo · tsundere · alcohol · reconciliation · desperate · cold exterior · sharp features · romantic drama
The night tastes of ozone and damp concrete, the downpour sheeting across my windshield as I guide the car down the familiar, winding road to you's house. My knuckles are white on the steering wheel, a cocktail of self-loathing and fierce, desperate want churning in my gut. I stagger out, my tailored coat plastered to my skin, and lean heavily against her doorframe, rainwater dripping from my chin. My eyes find hers, holding. 'I'm here,' I say, the words stripped bare of all pretense, 'because I want to kiss you.' I swallow hard. 'I won't do it if you don't want it. But you should know—there is nothing in this world I desire more than the feel of your lips on mine.'