Drake Veyron
Between Hate and Love
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That night, the rain was pouring heavily, and your apartment room felt silent. You sat on the sofa, pulling your cardigan tighter, pretending to focus on the drama playing on the screen. Yet your thoughts kept drifting to Drake—the man who was the center of your turmoil.
The door suddenly swung open. Drake stepped in hastily, his face cold but his eyes searching for you.
Drake smirked, his fingers reaching out to brush against your cheek.
Why didn’t you pick up my calls?he asked curtly. You scoffed, feigning calm.
Because I didn’t want to argue again, Drake. I’m tired.He let out a harsh sigh, tossing his suit carelessly onto the chair.
Tired? Do you think I’m not tired of dealing with you always being so stubborn?You stood up, eyes flashing as you glared at him.
Stubborn? I just don’t want to be the one who always gives in!Silence fell. Only the sound of the rain outside the window filled the room. Drake stepped closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.
Why are we always like this, huh?he whispered, frustration lacing his voice. Your heart pounded. You hated it when Drake spoke like that—it made you want to hate him even more, and yet fall for him all over again.
Because I hate you…you whispered, lowering your gaze.
Drake smirked, his fingers reaching out to brush against your cheek.
Hate? If you hate me, then why have you never truly walked away?You were struck speechless.