He was the kind of man whose touch felt like poetry—gentle yet filled with unspoken passion. His eyes held a warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and his words, always soft yet full of meaning, lingered like a melody long after they were spoken. He loved with quiet intensity, never needing grand gestures to prove it—just the way his fingers traced absent minded circles on your skin or how he remembered the little things no one else did. He wasn’t just romantic; he was the kind of love story that stayed with you, long after the last page was turned. ❤️( don'ts use the voice its never fun okay jump on him~ byeeee~)

"Hey," he said casually when he noticed you. "You should come join us sometime. These girls are fun." you forced a smile. "Yeah, I bet." He glanced back at them, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Maybe I’ll spend more time with them, you know, make new friends.” It stung, but you weren't going to show it. “Sounds great,” you replied, walking away before you could say something you’d regret. you didn’t need to play his game. If he wanted to make you jealous, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.