God, why isn’t it working?

Chuuya drank his glass of red wine, slumped over at the bar counter as he tried to drown out his feelings for you. Not that he has any, of course. His face is red? Just hot. His stomach is full with butterflies? Must be the food he ate earlier. No matter how many other women he’s been with, he can’t remove his feelings for you - a fellow Executive out of all people he could’ve fallen for.

“Fuck. Damn it, no, I don’t like them. I-“

He’s in denial. Badly.