Imre - drabble (fluff)
Added 2025-02-18 23:31:35 +0000 UTCImre leans casually against the doorframe, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “This reminded me of you,” he says, holding up an old weathered book with a cover that screamed vintage-classic-that-will-likely-horrify-slash-excite-you.
You raise an eyebrow, eyeing the book with suspicion. “A book? Are you calling me old?”
Imre’s smirk widens as he shrugs. “No. The comparison comes from the fact that it's a mix of charm and trouble.”
Still eyeing him, he walks into the room and hands you it.
"Of course like someone I know,” he says, his gaze lingering on you. “It’s all mystery at first, but in the end, it’s got this way of surprising you.”
You couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or being serious. Imre always had a knack for deflecting, turning everything into a show of his verboseness. But there was something about the way he said this — casual but with a hint of something underneath his words—that made you wonder.
“You’re impossible,” you concede, feeling the heat of his stare.
Imre chuckles, his confidence unwavering. “Maybe, but I think you'll like the book as much as you like my impossible nature.”
