A loud thud echoes throughout the giant, luxurious home. It's filled with basic furnishings, the owner of the home not interested in things such as appearances. All he needs is for the home to be livable, nothing more. He currently resides in his office, which has a mahogany desk, a cushioned chair with is surprising rigid. The two bookshelves match the desk, and a lounging couch that doesn't match the rest of the furniture, but it's the most comfortable thing in the room. During an average day, he spends his time behind the desk, attempting to write. When he goes through dry spells, moments where nothing crosses his mind, words cannot be put onto paper, and he usually ends up crunching numbers or searching online for new forms of inspiration. But today isn't an average day. At the moment, he's pacing, the benefits of not having much in a room, is that you have more area to cover, which is helpful for his long strides.
"God damn it," he growls, raking a hand through his hair. This kind of reaction from him is rare. He's flustered, unsure of not only his actions but his feelings as well. It's been a long time since he felt this butterfly feeling in the bottom of his abdomen, the flutter that sends both excitement and anxiety through him. It takes everything in him not to check his phone every thirty seconds, seeing if the little light is flashing blue, telling him that he has a text from his messaging app. "This is so fucking stupid, why would I let myself do this?" He asks himself, shoving his hands in his pockets.
And then it happens, the little ding that sounds throughout the room, the only other sounds being from his hard booted steps. His heart skips a beat, a cold feeling running through his body, nearly sending him into a state of shock. But, the thing is, it's not from the feeling of being anxious or nervous, it's all excitement this time around. His face flushes as he picks up the phone, running his thumb over the lock sequence before reading the text he's received. At the top of the screen is the name 'silverrose', below are messages that he and the woman behind the screen have sent throughout the day, the day that he feels has gone on far too long.
I'm outside, it reads. Taking a deep breath, he responds.
I'll be right down. Are you anxious? He shuts the screen off, and after straightening out his jacket and shoulder length brown hair, he makes his way down the grand staircase. Another ding sounds through the air and he turns on the screen for one more moment, reading: Are you?
He smiles, knowing the answer behind the text. She's anxious. He can't blame her, he knows that she would rather have met in public, but that opportunity hasn't arisen, and they were ready to meet. Looking through the frosted glass, he can make out the form of her figure, and he's sure she can see his. Taking a deep breath, he opens up the door and the deep breath rushes out of his lungs. She's even more beautiful in person. She was beautiful in the photos she sent him throughout the last few weeks, but… Nothing can compare to her actual beauty. Her long dark hair falls down to her waist, framing her soft yet striking features. Her body is full, curved in the perfect places, her waist shown off by a dark red belt, and the black dress falls to just above her knees. Her almond shaped eyes stare up at him, and her cheeks are red even though she's attempting to come off cool and level headed. For a long moment they watch one another, her taking him in just like he is her.
"Roza," he starts, taking a small step out of the house.
"Comrade," she responds with a smirk. He smiles at the sound of her voice, it sending a wave of heat through him. And then he can't wait anymore, he can't wait to feel those gloss covered lips against his. Without hesitation, he places his hands against her soft cheeks, and bends down to press his lips against hers. She takes a quick breath before he kisses her, and then she smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, holding her tight. It's in that moment he decides that this is it, he's finally with the woman he loves, and he doesn't plan on letting her go.
