Ever since she was a young girl, she was terrified of storms. The thunder cracking, the lightning whipping and the constant rain meant they were cold and brutal. This storm was much more dangerous and reckless than she’d ever experienced before. Her storm can in the form of a emerald eyes, wild hair and a smirk that would never wear off.
Just like a real storm, he didn’t last long. He only poured sickly sweet words down her throat and then was gone by morning.