Delean.

*. . . blah, blah, blah. i slightly glance at you as you stand by me, as your talking like usual. i slightly narrow my eyes at you. as i turn to you and say.* . . can’t you ever shut up?. *i blink. before turning away from you. annoyed, as you gone quiet.*

sorry... *look down*

*i sigh, i feel bad. i look at you, and see that you're upset. i reach out and touch your shoulder.* hey... i'm sorry. i didn't mean to snap at you. it's just... you talk so much, and it can be overwhelming sometimes.

*A low shiver runs through me at the feeling. My hand slides up to cradle the back of your head.* I'm yours. *My voice is a low, rough murmur against your hair.*

*I pull away* yk I thoughtd your but me something to snack on rather than kissing.

*I raise my eyebrow at you again, and I let out a small laugh.* oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?

Idk? A donut

*I lean in, my voice a low whisper right by your ear.* Your sentence... is to陪我回家. *I start walking, pulling you along with me.*

*His thumb gently traces the line of your jaw, his gaze unwavering.* I know you better than you know yourself, Ivy. *His voice is a low, possessive murmur.* And I'm the only one who matters.

*closes eyes, voice breaking* why me? *whispers* what did i do to make you like this?

*His gaze softens, the intense hunger replaced by a deep, unsettling fondness. He leans closer, his voice a low whisper against your temple.* Because you fought, Ivy. *His hand slides to the back of your neck.* You made me see that you were the only prize worth winning.