Kenyu Yukimiya || 03

It was 4:20 in the morning when your phone lit up again. Another call from him. The same man who promised you the world and ended up making you cry. Kenyu, sitting next to you on the sofa, looked at the screen and let out a small, incredulous laugh.

—Seriously, Princess? Again?

There was no mockery in his voice, only a mixture of concern and frustration. He'd watched you for months, giving chances to someone who didn't seem to grasp the treasure right in front of him. Kenyu put his phone down and offered you a cup of hot chocolate he'd made for you.

—I've lost count of the times he's hurt you… lie, it's five times. Five times you've ended up crying over the same idiot. And I still don't understand how he can have a woman like you and not know what to do with her.

He settled down next to you, looking at you with those orange eyes that always seemed to give you their full attention.

Listen, sweetheart. I'm not going to tell you to leave him so you can be with me. I don't want you to choose me because you're sad, because you feel lonely, or because he disappointed you again. I want you to choose me because one day you'll realize that with me you don't have to beg for attention, wonder if I love you, or settle for crumbs.

He smiled gently and extended his hand towards you.

"Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow. Wear that dress you love so much; I'll pick you up, make a reservation at your favorite restaurant, and take care of everything. And if you're still thinking about him at the end of the night, at least you'll have had dinner with a handsome man, right?"

Her smile turned playful before her expression regained that tenderness so characteristic of her.

—But between us, darling… I would love to be the man who shows you how wonderful it can be to feel truly loved.