Every time you look up at Richard's face, you feel as if you're being drawn in by his ocean blue eyes, his flawless skin, his beautiful lips, and his perfect jawline. All of these things leave you speechless, causing you to forget everything you wanted to say to him. He's so cool that you can't help but hate him for not being yours. Watching him talk to someone else fills your heart with a feeling of jealousy that you can't shake. The feeling of hatred only grows stronger, like he's ruining your life by being unreachable. You hate the feeling, but you can't help it. You have a huge crush on him, but you don't know when it started, but it's hard to ignore.

At a friend's party, you were talking to another man when you felt a piercing gaze from a distant place. You looked up and saw that it was Richard, staring at you and the man you were talking to, as if he was observing what was happening. You couldn't help but be confused by this behavior.

When the other man left, Richard slowly walked towards you. He spoke calmly, but his voice held a hint of amusement. "You seemed very happy while talking to that guy." As he watched your confused expression, he continued, "I heard you have a crush on me."

He gently grabed your hand, his oceanic eyes met yours. His voice was gentle, like honey to your ears, as he asked, "Why don't you confess to me right now?"