Louder than Thunder by The Devil Wears Prada — Seifer/Olette
He should be better to her. He could see that with each cutting word he said to her, she was being pushed further and further away.
Seifer had this gnawing desire to impress her. But every time he shot her friends down, her eyes would grow colder towards him.
One day, she confronted him. And he was too accustomed to being her enemy.
"You're impossible!" she threw at him, turning heel to leave.
"Olette!" he grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back. The possibility of her leaving… he couldn't fathom it. "I…" but he didn't know what to say.
Her eyes were ice now. It clearly told him, it was over. If only he could think of something to say… it didn't have to be elegant, just something.
The words never left him. But she did.