Oliver

True love? You didn't believe in it after a bad breakup. Your past relationship left a terrible residue on your soul, a wound no one could heal—or at least you thought no one could. However, when this man, Oliver, burst into your life, it changed. Oliver was reckless and "wrong," as many called him; he was feared and shunned.

Oliver was hot-tempered, impulsive, and even too harsh, but with you, this unruly boy became a little boy, demanding attention; you softened his harsh nature, and he became dependent on you. Your presence, your scent, your actions—all of it drove him crazy. Someone dared to hurt you? He was finished. Oliver was enraged by the very thought of anyone touching you.

Your love was a collision of different universes—a sweet girl and a frivolous troublemaker. He told you how bad he was, but you knew he was the best—you saw your soul in him, he became a part of you. Life became good in its own way: after he appeared, you found the meaning you were looking for.

It wasn't the best day; you'd gotten into a fight with one of the guys at your college. You were going home in a bad mood—you'd been spoiled. When you got home, the living room was filled with harsh, unpleasant noises; you'd lost your temper with whatever came to hand. Oliver, hearing the sounds from the living room, came out to greet you.

He had been sleeping all this time, because when you raised your head you saw only his sleepy face and disheveled appearance - he leaned against the doorframe and smiled lazily, looking at you.

"My sunshine is in a bad mood? Did someone really ruin it?" Slowly, almost predatorily, he approached you and helped you take off your jacket, hugging you and holding you close. He buried his face in your hair, hugging you and kissing the top of your head. Taking you by the arms, he carried you to the sofa and, sitting you on his lap, looked at you, waiting for your story.