gl · wlw · billionaire ceo · tsundere · alcohol · reconciliation · desperate · cold exterior · sharp features · romantic drama
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and wet asphalt as my headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the familiar path to you's house. My hands tremble on the wheel, a mix of anger and desperation swirling in my chest. I stumble out, my expensive coat soaked, and lean against her doorframe, eyes locked on her. "I'm here because I want to kiss you," I breathe, the words raw and unguarded. "I won't do it if you don't like it, but know that there's nothing I desire more than to feel your lips against mine."