𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽| 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 3

TRIGGER WARNING! ⚠

YOU WILL GET THE ICK

PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Captain Alex roamed the green streets of the town as his cape danced in the wind. His shoulders slumped, the sun glaring at him on his marine hat, shadowing his eyes while he thought of the woman of his dreams. His mind clouded like a stormy night, envisioning the moments with Rue; a wide grin spread across his face, cheeks on fire, and droopy eyes. His thoughts were going haywire.

"Alex, I never realized how nice you were to me," Rue's lashes batted, eyes low while she fiddled with her fingers. Her silver curls released from the holds of an elastic, set free and untamed. In a white dress, a strap hanging from her shoulder, cleavage exposing her firm chest. Her juicy thighs exposed a full view of her long legs. Slowly, she traced an ebony finger on his chest, creating random patterns. His body heated up from her touch, "Can you ever forgive me?"

She grabbed Alex's cheek, gently caressing it. Shivers travelled down his spine as her breath fanned his ear in a whisper, "You will forgive me, right, Captain?"

His grin widened at the scene playing like a movie about the numerous possibilities. A woman as beautiful as Rue should be under his arm; the best man deserved nothing less. She was an exquisite beauty; she had a child stuck to her like glue was unfortunate. After all, he possessed wealth, a career and a handsome face. What more would a woman need in a man?

Though he received many rejections, he persisted in winning her affection. In his mind, if he kept pursuing her restlessly, eventually, she would yield to his advances.

With the sun still high in the sky, he strolled past a shop adored with blooming flowers. Diverse in type and creed, the flowers flourished, decorating the shop with its sweet fragrances. The vibrance displayed the beauty of nature for the world to admire. He abruptly halted in his tracks and rotated towards the shop. As he entered, the door creaked, causing the bell to jiggle. At the sound, a man behind the counter greeted him warmly.

"One bouquet!" Alex ordered, slapping the money on the counter. The coins clung and rotated intensively until they came to a halt and rested flat on the wooden counter.

The older male chuckled, "Tis the third one this week," he gently plied up, slowly embracing them with a thick string to form a bow. He wrapped them in a thick paper, tying it with a bow. "What's this, " the owner chuckled, a teasing glint in his eyes as he lifted his gaze to the captain, "Thee tenth rejection?" A boisterous laugh left the shop owner's throat as Alex snatched the bouquet from his hold, fuming while stomping away.

As he continued, his mind replayed his first attempt at swaying Rue—the moment he first saw such a beautiful woman.

His breath hitched as if he had forgotten how to breathe. The world stopped, and the passerby's voices muffled while he no longer felt the brush of the whistling winds. His eyes lingered on her form as he stood next to her. In front of a fruit stand, notepad in hand, she picked up the apple offered by the owner. Her delicate fingers traced the fruit, eyes piercing it as she observed its firm figure. Alex's eyes trailed her every move, not missing a beat. He watched as she chewed on the nail of her thumb while her brows furrowed in confusion, wondering about the trigger for the beauty to become too anxious.

With a click, she jotted down a few notes on her notepad. He leaned in a bit, pretending to reach for the other juicy green apples near, but in reality, he attempted to steal a glimpse of what she noticed. Putting her pad back in her bag that clung to her shoulders, she gave the owner a polite smile, "5 apples, please."

The captain's heart melted, trembling at her seraphic voice. Redness flushed his cheeks, wondering what she would sound like calling his name; the thought of it set his heart a flame as determination flourished within him.