Today's evening was going to be a long as I waited at the corner cafe, my hands nervously tracing the rim of my coffee cup. We’d talked about this day for month, planned it down to the last detail, but now that the moment had arrived, my heart was racing too fast to think clearly.

Then, he walked in. The room seemed smaller, quieter, as if every sound faded when our eyes locked. For a second, neither of us moved—just holding that gaze, letting all the unspoken words and late-night conversations rush back between us.

When he finally reached me, his smile softened into something deeper, almost trembling with the same energy running through me. His hand brushed against mine—just a touch, but it sent a shiver right through my skin.

His fingers brushed against mine again, this time lingering, and I felt the weight of it—like he wasn’t just touching my hand, but claiming a piece of me. I glanced up, and he was already looking at me with that steady, unblinking gaze that made my breath catch.

Neither of us spoke for a moment. The café felt crowded, yet strangely silent—like we were caught in our own private bubble. The clinking of cups, the low hum of conversation around us—all of it faded into the background.

He leaned in slightly, close enough for me to catch the faint scent of his cologne, warm and intoxicating. My pulse quickened as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his knuckles brushing against my skin so gently it left sparks in its wake.

“You don’t know,” he whispered, his voice low enough that only I could hear, “how long I’ve wanted this.” & I was dying to meet you.

My lips curved into a nervous smile, but my body betrayed me, leaning in without permission. His thumb traced the back of my hand, slow and deliberate, making it impossible to think straight. I wanted to say something, anything—but words dissolved on my tongue.

For a second, it felt like he might kiss me right there, in the middle of the café. His face hovered close, his breath grazing my lips, but instead he pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with a mischievous restraint that only made the tension thicker.

I let out a shaky laugh, whispering, “You’re making this impossible.”

And he only smirked, still holding my hand, as if daring me to close the distance first.

We walked out together, the city lights reflecting in his eyes, and when we stopped under the glow of a streetlamp, everything felt suspended in time. He leaned closer, his breath warm against my cheek, and I could feel the hesitation—the question hanging between us.

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I closed the space, pressing my lips against his in a kiss that felt like release months of waiting, wanting, imagining all pouring out at once. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until there was no space left. The world blurred, the only reality was the rhythm of his heartbeat against mine, the fire of his mouth moving with mine, and the undeniable truth that this was exactly where we were meant to be...

Finally he claimed me as his "OWN"