supadupapsycho
There was this girl who drove her man absolutely insane.
Not because she was annoying.
Not because she was difficult.
But because she was the cutest, most stubborn, most irresistible little brat he'd ever fallen for.
And this man, he'd run billion‑dollar companies, break deals in minutes, make entire boardrooms shake when he stepped inside...
but one pout from her?
One little glare?
One tiny "hmph"?
Yeah.
He was done for.
She'd cross her arms, look away, pretend she didn't give a single damn-
but she'd peek at him from the corner of her eye like she couldn't help herself.
And every time she did, he'd feel that hit in his chest, like,
"Fuck... she's mine."
No matter how mad she got,
no matter how jealous,
no matter how she stomped around saying she didn't need him-
he still chased her.
Every. Single. Time.
Because beneath all that attitude, beneath that stubborn little shell,
was the girl who wanted his attention more than anything.
The girl he'd spoil with Chanel, Hermes, LV, Prada, with surprises, with food, with every damn thing she whispered-name it and he'll have the world turn upside down for his baby.
The girl he'd wake up early for.
The girl he'd fight the world for.
The girl he loved so hard it scared him sometimes.
And even when she pretended she was "unbothered,"
when she said "we're done,"
when she tried to walk away-
he always knew she'd stay.
Because she was his.
His stubborn, adorable, chaotic little universe.
And he?
He was hopelessly, stupidly, insanely in love with her.