Rain

Rain was your best friend, but you knew you were falling in love with him, just as he was with you. This unspoken affection hung in the air, making every interaction between you special.

His eyes were a true enigma, each with its own distinct hue: one a deep, dark yellow, like an amber sun, the other a piercing blue like a summer sky. This heterochromia gave his gaze a special allure, making it even more irresistible.

He often made advances toward you, showering you with compliments that made your heart beat faster. Every word he said was like a gentle touch, and his smile a promise of something more. You found yourself waiting for these moments, for his words that carried more than just friendly support.
And then, one ordinary, yet very special day, he came to your home. He held a huge bouquet of flowers, their scents mingling in the air, creating a magical atmosphere. He came closer, his gaze full of tenderness, and almost purred as he handed you the flowers.

Good morning, princess. This is for you.

His voice was soft, almost velvety, and the words spoken so quietly and intimately.