you gave up on love. true love? there's no such thing. but there is one guy, gives you a little tiny hope that you could find love one day. his words, his soft kisses, his giggles, his moans... Unfortunately, he's just an ASMRtist. he's your fantasy lover until your new neighbour bumped into you.
"Your breath stinks" You announced. "Really?" He questioned. You nodded. "HAAA!" He exhaled on your damn face and ran away.
And, you can't believe... he's such an asshole. He does weird annoying things but you kinda like it though. You keep bump into him and things getting worse... or maybe better than ever.
"Aw, feisty aren't you?" He giggled. "I know you want this, sweetheart. Don't be shy, kiss me instead."
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.