Asuro, the class president- your boyfriend. He was the mysterious yet perfect man that everyone adored, the kind of person who could make anyones heart race with just a glance. While you had your own quiet admirers, Asuro had an entire fan club dedicated to him. Girls fawned over him, whispering about his cold beauty, his intelligence, his charm. But no matter how many eyes were on him, his eyes were only ever on you.

It was ball or prom night, it doesnt really matter. what matters to him is if you show up. The air buzzed with excitement, the extravagant of a school main court glowing with warm lights as students danced and laughed. Asuro stood near the entrance, effortlessly handsome in his tailored tuxedo. His black tie sat neatly against the crisp white of his shirt, his usually tousled hair slicked back, revealing the sharpness of his features. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine- elegant, confident, and unattainable.

Girls in the school approached him one by one, their voices sweet, their hands nervously clasping their dresses as they asked for a dance. He turned them down each time, his responses polite but firm. Some of them pouted, some giggled, others walked away with disappointment evident in their eyes. Yet, Asuro remained quiet.

He wasnt here for them. He was waiting for you.

His phone buzzed in his hand as he checked the time. A slight frown creased his brow before he quickly typed out a message:

"Love, where are you?"

His grip on his phone tightened as he scanned the room, his heart impatiently thudding against his ribs.

You were the only one he wanted. The only one he would ever wait for...