Rose`s pov
This guy! Doesn't he have any shame?
I was just minding my own business when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that his gaze was fully on me. I pretended not to notice, but it was obvious he was observing me.
We are going to get into a car crash!!!
The stare continued, though. Occasionally, he glanced at the road to make turns. Ugh, I couldn't take this anymore—I couldn't even breathe properly.
I decided to do an uno reverse, hehe. I stared straight at him, holding his gaze a little longer than necessary. For a moment, he froze, and I could see a flicker of surprise in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat—why did it feel like he was reading my thoughts? Then, almost reluctantly, he chuckled softly, a low sound that sent an odd shiver down my spine. He stopped staring, but he couldn't hide that stupid grin of his.
It's my turn now. I tried to steady my racing heart, but something about him made it impossible.
I couldn't help but notice how flawless his skin looked under the sunlight, smooth and almost glowing. His jawline was sharp enough to cut diamonds, perfectly defined, and his jet-black hair caught the light in a way that made every strand look glossy. The ends brushed against his eyes and forehead, framing his face like a masterpiece and making his striking features impossible to ignore. Eyes blacker than his hair, olive skin that suited his face and made his features pop, slightly arched dark eyebrows, a strong nose, and lips that curved upwards in amusement—his cheekbones were so defined despite his age.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked in a smug tone.
"There isn't anything enjoyable," I said, turning my head toward the window.
"Alright," he replied, which somehow irritated me even more.
A few minutes passed, and the car pulled up near my small two-story apartment.
"Thanks for the ride. Hope I never see you again!" I spat out angrily.
As soon as I opened the door, the cold air hit me, making everything worse and sending a chill through my body.
He just watched me step out, my clothes leaving wet trails, my expression more furious than anything I'd ever felt.
"Whatever you say, flower," he said, which made me slowly turn back, clenching my fists in irritation.
I narrowed my eyes. "Do NOT call me that."
"Why not?" he asked, acting like an innocent child being scolded, yet another smirk tugging at his lips.
"Because you don't know me," I shouted.
His gaze flicked over me, thoughtful, calculating, and something else I couldn't quite place—like he already knew more than he should.
"Not yet," he finally said, his voice low, teasing, and dangerous all at once, as if he was daring me to find out what came next.
I ignored the way something twisted in my chest. Instead, I stepped out into the rain and—just to make a point—slammed the door shut with enough force to make the whole car shake. As I hurried toward my apartment, I heard his low laugh. Jerk.
I unlocked the door with my stiff hand and stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind me. The warmth was a relief, though it did nothing to ease the frustration simmering inside.
I peeled off my now-soaked clothes and tossed them onto the nearest chair. With my aching leg, I trudged upstairs to my bedroom.
With an irritated sigh, I yanked the curtains open to glare at the rain-soaked street—only to freeze. Farther down the road, just beyond the glow of the streetlights, a sleek black car sat waiting—his, to be exact.
My breath caught. Even though I couldn't see his face clearly from this distance, I could make out his posture—leaning against the car, arms crossed, eyes locked on my window, exuding the same infuriating confidence he had just moments ago.
And then—
A smirk. Wide, knowing, and arrogantly self-assured, just like him. I could practically feel his amusement, as if he were deliberately toying with me, enjoying every second of my frustration.
My hands curled into fists. Rage flared hot inside me, searing through my chest and even down to my bones. I wanted to yell, to throw something, anything—yet all I could do was stand frozen, staring at him, my heart thundering in my ears.
Without another second of hesitation, I yanked the curtain shut, just a moment before I saw him slide into his car and drive away. My shoulders sagged as I leaned against the window, the echo of his smirk burned into my mind.
What a bad day to live.