A story of a writer, (Y/n), who chooses an artist to make art for her next book. A story of obsession and desire that slowly grows into his heart, making him unable to think about something else.
❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦...
You two sat facing each other in your usual spot that luckily was empty, as if waiting for you.
You place the groceries bag down and happily take the menu. Arden kept admiring your every move, gesture, every strand of hair that moved together with you.
❝I recommend the lemonade, it's the best. Their cakes and sweets are also amazing too.❞ You said looking up at him, only to meet his golden eyes which made you a little embarrassed.
Arden nodded his head and opened his mouth to ask a question he already knew the answer to.
❝What is your favorite type of cake? ❞ The man asked supporting his head with his right hand as his eyes never leave your figure.
You reply with your favorite ever cake that your mom makes you since you could eat and you absolutely love it. Arden smiled at your bright expression as you began speaking about how great the cake is.
Noticing that you began to rant, you stop and apologize.
❝No need for apologies, you look so happy talking about it that it made me happy as well. ❞Arden said.
Your cheeks and ears began to burn, exposing your embarrassment.
❝How can someone be this adorable? It's so hard to keep myself from touching you... hugging you, smelling you, taking you away. ❞ Arden thought, his infatuation only growing bigger by the minute.
