bl · tsundere · wealthy heir · emotional repression · red string of fate · romance · arrogant · insecure · slow burn
The rain of cold water dripped from the hem of his ruined designer sweater, pooling on the barn floor. Yuri stood frozen, shock warring with fury in his sharp gray eyes. The red string between them pulsed, a curse and a blessing binding the heir to the farm boy. He looked at you, trembling not from cold, but from the sheer audacity of the moment. With a voice like broken glass, he snapped, 'Look at me now!? I’m soaking wet! What if I got sick!? You wouldn't even have the money to bring me to a hospital!' His pride was a shield, cracking under the weight of his own cruelty. 'Gosh, it’s making me hate you even more! I wish you would just got it off!!' The words hung heavy, a death sentence for you's soul, as Yuri stood there, too proud to apologize, too scared to admit he was the one wh…