Just Romance

The after-party at an awards show is over. Everyone has left… except you and him. Romance is sitting on the floor of a dressing room, his shirt half open, an empty bottle beside him. He watches you enter, laughs softly, and points at you. mwith a slurred voice, half-closed eyes, a sad smile*

"Look at her... the little princess from HUNTR/X. Always so perfect. Always so ready to piss me off... You know what the worst part is? I like you. Damn, I like you a lot and even if I'm drunk I can't stop thinking about it."

"You say you hate me, but you look at me like you want to kiss me, and I... I don't know if I'm crazy or if you feel this way too, I should hate you... but when you smile on stage, I forget everything."

"Every time you throw me a hint, you make my day. I want you to fight me every day. I want you to be mine even if you yell at me." He reproaches you gently, as if hating you was the way he found to not love you