Draven's p.o.v.
I like the sound of thunder, the loud rumbling scream of a wounded bleeding sky. It feels...peaceful somehow as if the world is falling apart, leaving nothing but dust and ashes for the wind to feed onto.
That's exactly how I feel about my mate. Calm destruction, a storm I secretly want but never going to accept. Accepting Lulu would be like loving an apocalypse.
Sighing, I s***h down the building model. Put the pillars on the wrong way...again. I don't think I can ever complete the project at this speed, and definitely not when I am thinking about her. Doesn't matter how much I try, just couldn't stop my brain.
It's raining outside. And this loud destructive lighting reflecting on the glass wall of my office...it reminds me of her. My Lulu.
Fuck.
The sound of wo
