Sky's P.O.V
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The rain was relentless. My hair plastered itself to my face, my clothes clung like I was auditioning for a wet-t-shirt contest I never signed up for, and my shoes squelched with every step. Great. Just great. I'd thought a short cut home would save me time—turns out, it saved me from nothing except dignity.
And then… I saw it. The massive, terrifyingly shiny mansion at the end of the street. One look at the gold gates and the polished marble driveway, and I thought: Oh no. Not him.
But my feet had already made the decision for me. I dashed to the door, yanking it open, dripping rainwater all over the floor like a soggy frog.
"Uh… hi?" I croaked, my voice betraying me again. "I… um… I just… needed shelter from the rain!"
Wind appeared from the shadows, standing tall in his designer jacket, hair perfectly tousled despite the storm outside. His eyes narrowed as they landed on me, soaking, dripping, pathetic. "You… what? Shelter? You just barge into my house like you own the place?"
"Yes! Shelter! Not robbery! I'm not here to steal your—uh—your… gold… or your chandeliers… just rain. Wet. Cold. Frog-voiced… please don't call the cops."
He crossed his arms, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So the little frog from Section A is afraid of a little rain?"
"Little? LITTLE? It's like the apocalypse out there!" I snapped, shaking my soaked hair out of my eyes. "I'm dripping! My socks are crying! I might die from hypothermia! Or wet embarrassment!"
Wind tilted his head, clearly amused. "Right… come inside. But if you touch anything expensive, I swear…"
"I won't! Promise! Scout's honor! Not that you'd trust me, Mr. Perfect Richboy!" I followed him inside, leaving a trail of wet footprints across his impossibly shiny marble floor.
He sighed, but I caught a hint of concern—or maybe it was annoyance, I wasn't sure. "Towel. Change clothes. Don't wreck anything. And stop leaving puddles."
"Yes sir, Your Majesty of Wealth and Icy Eyes," I muttered under my breath. Why does he have to be so annoyingly perfect? And why do I… why am I noticing it? Ugh, shut up, Sky.
As I trudged behind him, shivering and dripping, I couldn't help thinking: Enemies. He's my enemy. Do not let him see me flustered. Do not let him see me… anything. Just survive this storm.
But of course, the universe had other plans.
I followed Wind through the mansion like a soggy little duckling being dragged into an obnoxiously shiny palace. Seriously, the place was ridiculous. Marble floors so clean I could see my own grotesque, frog-shaped face reflected in them. Gold everything. Chandeliers bigger than my bedroom. Paintings that probably screamed, "I cost more than your life savings!"
"Careful with that puddle," Wind said, eyeing my wet shoes like I'd just committed a felony by stepping on his floor. "They're probably worth more than your entire house."
"Oh, please," I muttered, hopping like a frog in a puddle. "If my house were worth anything, I wouldn't be drenched and begging for shelter in your palace of weird flexes."
He smirked, which was really unfair because one, I was wet, and two, I was supposed to hate him. "Palace of weird flexes? I like that. Sounds… like you."
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost stayed stuck. "Yeah, me. Frog-like, soaking-wet, and about to get pneumonia in your ridiculously clean, terrifyingly wealthy house. Me. So charming. So elegant. So perfect."
Wind tilted his head, amused. Ugh. He's so smug it should be illegal. "Elegant. Perfect. You mean soggy and loud, right?"
"LOUD?! Loud?! I'm practically a whispering angel!" I snapped, stomping my foot. Splash. "Frog angel. Blessed and wet."
He chuckled softly, and I resisted the urge to punch his arm. Or maybe hug him. No, Sky. You do not hug your enemy. Even if your enemy is ridiculously tall, broad, and annoyingly attractive.
We passed what I assumed was the living room. Velvet couches, golden trimmings, chandeliers I could probably hide a body under. "Wow," I muttered sarcastically. "All this to make me feel small and tragic. Thanks, Wind. Appreciate the humble lessons."
"You're welcome," he said casually. "It's my gift to the world. Torture the weak."
I narrowed my eyes. "Weak? Weak? I'm not weak! I'm frog-like, okay? A frog goddess with impeccable sarcasm. And now, wet socks. Please, worship."
He snorted. "Frog goddess, huh? Sure, just don't pee on the carpet."
I made a face like he just called me a frog peeing in a golden palace. "Excuse me?! I might pee on the carpet if you don't get me a towel, Your Royal Highness of Insufferable."
Wind leaned against the desk, arms crossed, grinning like he enjoyed watching me suffer. Why is he like this? Why is he so impossibly… smug and tall and everything wrong with the world?
I wrapped the towel around myself like a cape and muttered, "Do you know what's worse than rain? Coming into the mansion of your archnemesis and being soaked, cold, and forced to breathe gold fumes and arrogance."
He tilted his head again, clearly enjoying my rant. "You sound… adorable when you're complaining."
Adorable? AD-OR-A-BLE?! I almost threw the towel at him but decided it would be undignified—and also I was wet. "Adorable?! I'm drenched, frog-shaped, and my hair is a wet mess of chaos! Not adorable!"
He chuckled, soft, low, the kind of chuckle that made my chest feel weird. I immediately scolded my brain. Enemies. Not cute. Not weird heart feelings. Just… survive this mansion. And this smug human.
We passed the "study." Floor-to-ceiling books, a desk that could host a small army, and a chair that probably ate human-sized mortals for breakfast.
"Sit," Wind said, tossing me a towel like a grenade. "Before you ruin my furniture."
"Thanks," I said, wrapping it around myself like it was a life preserver. "Also, thanks for letting me into the house of the richest, smuggest, tallest frog in the world. I owe you nothing."
He smirked again. "You sound… lucky."
Lucky? LUCKY?! I wanted to scream. "LUCKY?! I'm soaked, cold, drenched, and in the lair of Mr. I-Am-So-Goddamn-Annoying! Not lucky! Not even a little bit!"
And yet… as I sat there, dripping, muttering about my frog-shaped misfortune, I had this very stupid, not-at-all-enemy-appropriate feeling that maybe surviving Wind's mansion—and his ridiculous, infuriating charm—was going to be… complicated.
Absolutely! Let's crank up the sarcasm, inner monologue roasting, and frog-ish self-deprecation for Sky's POV while keeping the enemies-to-lovers tension. Here's a revised Sky POV scene with way more jokes:
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Part 2: Mansion Misadventures (Sky's POV – With Extra Sarcasm)
I followed Wind through the mansion like a soggy little duckling being dragged into an obnoxiously shiny palace. Seriously, the place was ridiculous. Marble floors so clean I could see my own grotesque, frog-shaped face reflected in them. Gold everything. Chandeliers bigger than my bedroom. Paintings that probably screamed, "I cost more than your life savings!"
"Careful with that puddle," Wind said, eyeing my wet shoes like I'd just committed a felony by stepping on his floor. "They're probably worth more than your entire house."
"Oh, please," I muttered, hopping like a frog in a puddle. "If my house were worth anything, I wouldn't be drenched and begging for shelter in your palace of weird flexes."
He smirked, which was really unfair because one, I was wet, and two, I was supposed to hate him. "Palace of weird flexes? I like that. Sounds… like you."
I rolled my eyes so hard they almost stayed stuck. "Yeah, me. Frog-like, soaking-wet, and about to get pneumonia in your ridiculously clean, terrifyingly wealthy house. Me. So charming. So elegant. So perfect."
Wind tilted his head, amused. Ugh. He's so smug it should be illegal. "Elegant. Perfect. You mean soggy and loud, right?"
"LOUD?! Loud?! I'm practically a whispering angel!" I snapped, stomping my foot. Splash. "Frog angel. Blessed and wet."
He chuckled softly, and I resisted the urge to punch his arm. Or maybe hug him. No, Sky. You do not hug your enemy. Even if your enemy is ridiculously tall, broad, and annoyingly attractive.
We passed what I assumed was the living room. Velvet couches, golden trimmings, chandeliers I could probably hide a body under. "Wow," I muttered sarcastically. "All this to make me feel small and tragic. Thanks, Wind. Appreciate the humble lessons."
"You're welcome," he said casually. "It's my gift to the world. Torture the weak."
I narrowed my eyes. "Weak? Weak? I'm not weak! I'm frog-like, okay? A frog goddess with impeccable sarcasm. And now, wet socks. Please, worship."
He snorted. "Frog goddess, huh? Sure, just don't pee on the carpet."
I made a face like he just called me a frog peeing in a golden palace. "Excuse me?! I might pee on the carpet if you don't get me a towel, Your Royal Highness of Insufferable."
Wind leaned against the desk, arms crossed, grinning like he enjoyed watching me suffer. Why is he like this? Why is he so impossibly… smug and tall and everything wrong with the world?
I wrapped the towel around myself like a cape and muttered, "Do you know what's worse than rain? Coming into the mansion of your archnemesis and being soaked, cold, and forced to breathe gold fumes and arrogance."
He tilted his head again, clearly enjoying my rant. "You sound… adorable when you're complaining."
Adorable? AD-OR-A-BLE?! I almost threw the towel at him but decided it would be undignified—and also I was wet. "Adorable?! I'm drenched, frog-shaped, and my hair is a wet mess of chaos! Not adorable!"
He chuckled, soft, low, the kind of chuckle that made my chest feel weird. I immediately scolded my brain. Enemies. Not cute. Not weird heart feelings. Just… survive this mansion. And this smug human.
We passed the "study." Floor-to-ceiling books, a desk that could host a small army, and a chair that probably ate human-sized mortals for breakfast.
"Sit," Wind said, tossing me a towel like a grenade. "Before you ruin my furniture."
"Thanks," I said, wrapping it around myself like it was a life preserver. "Also, thanks for letting me into the house of the richest, smuggest, tallest frog in the world. I owe you nothing."
He smirked again. "You sound… lucky."
Lucky? LUCKY?! I wanted to scream. "LUCKY?! I'm soaked, cold, drenched, and in the lair of Mr. I-Am-So-Goddamn-Annoying! Not lucky! Not even a little bit!"
And yet… as I sat there, dripping, muttering about my frog-shaped misfortune, I had this very stupid, not-at-all-enemy-appropriate feeling that maybe surviving Wind's mansion—and his ridiculous, infuriating charm—was going to be… complicated.
Perfect! Let's dive into Part 4 – Sky continues the mansion tour with sarcasm, humor, and a classic enemies-to-lovers Sindy moment:
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Part 4: Mansion Tour Chaos – Sky POV
I shook the dripping towel out like a soggy raggedy doll and followed Wind down a hallway that smelled faintly of leather, expensive cologne, and… power. Everywhere I looked, something screamed, "I cost more than your entire existence!"
"Your house… it's insane," I said, trying to sound unimpressed while secretly panicking over all the glass, gold, and chandeliers that could crush me in an instant.
"Insane is one word for it," Wind replied, hands shoved into his pockets. "My parents designed it that way. Keeps people scared and obedient."
"Ah, so it's basically a giant trap for anyone who isn't a billionaire heir," I muttered, side-eyeing the ridiculously long hallway. "Lovely. Perfect. Just… perfect."
We passed a massive indoor pool. The water was sparkling clean, reflecting the ornate ceiling lights like… well, like a ridiculous Instagram post made by someone with way too much money and zero chill.
I paused at the edge, careful not to slip on the marble. "Do you really swim here, or is this just… decoration?"
Wind smirked. "Both. Mostly decoration. But sometimes I swim when I want to remind myself how rich I am."
I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. "Thanks. Very relatable. So down-to-earth. I feel like you're judging my wet frog self already."
I started stepping closer to the pool to peer in, and of course, my foot slipped.
"AHHHHH—" I screamed, flailing like a drowned insect.
Before I could hit the water, strong arms caught me. Solid, warm, impossibly tall arms. And ugh, of course, it was Wind.
"Sky," he said, steadying me effortlessly. "You okay?"
I froze. Okay? My wet hair stuck to my face, my towel was half off, and I could feel his chest against mine. Definitely not okay.
"I-I'm fine!" I stammered, flailing with my free hand. "Totally fine! Not wet! Not… trapped in your… arms or anything!"
He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with my sarcasm. "Sure you are."
I realized I was way too close to him. Too close. Too… warm. Ugh. My brain decided to betray me and replay every time we argued in class, every stupid quip, every time I called him a smug jerk… and now? Now I was in his arms, dripping wet, smelling like… expensive soap and arrogance.
"Don't… don't just stare," I said quickly, trying to wriggle free.
"Relax," he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You're not falling in the pool. That's an achievement on its own."
"Ugh. Yes. Thanks. Achievement unlocked. Wet, embarrassed, trapped by a smug billionaire. Love my life."
I finally wriggled free, stepping back, but not far enough to escape the lingering warmth of his arms. My towel threatened to slip, and I cursed silently. Why am I like this? Why does my body betray me like this?
Wind shook his head, chuckling softly. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossible? I'm… unique! One-of-a-kind! Extremely frog-like!" I snapped.
"Unique," he repeated, voice low, almost amused. And I swear… I heard the slightest trace of something else in his tone.
I refused to look at him. Refused. My heart was already doing stupid things. My soaked socks made squishy noises on the marble, and I just… wanted to get out of the pool area before I said or did something even more embarrassing.
"Come on," I said, pointing dramatically down the hallway. "Let's continue your stupidly expensive mansion tour before I die of embarrassment—or hunger."
Wind's eyes flicked toward me, just for a moment. And for some stupid reason, I thought I caught a tiny smirk. Probably imagining things. Definitely imagining things.
I stepped cautiously on the polished marble floors, each step making a satisfying echo that screamed, "This is not your home, peasant!" Honestly, who designed this place? Every corner was louder than my brain screaming at me to run. Wind, of course, strolled ahead like he owned every sparkle of gold and every chandelier that could probably crush a small car.
"Careful," he called back over his shoulder. "Those floors aren't exactly forgiving."
"Yeah, thanks," I muttered, holding my arms out for balance. "I love how your mansion is basically a funhouse trap designed to humiliate visitors. It's… charming."
He smirked, and I resisted the urge to hurl the decorative vase near his foot. Or maybe that would be funny.
We passed a giant staircase that looked like it had been stolen from a palace in a period drama. "Do people actually walk up these without fear of breaking their ankles?" I asked, hopping like a frog again.
"They do," Wind said simply. "If they want to survive."
"Survive? Survive?! I thought I came here for shelter from rain, not a live-action horror obstacle course!" I huffed, dramatically flopping onto a velvet couch that was way too soft and suspiciously clean. My wet hair stuck to my face in sad, chaotic strands. "Seriously, who polishes chandeliers like this? People shouldn't have hobbies this cruel."
Wind laughed. Ugh, that laugh. "You really do complain a lot, you know that?"
"Me? Complaining? No. I'm… just… providing commentary," I said, waving my hands like an amateur philosopher. "Sarcastic commentary. Highly intellectual. Frog-like, very frog-like."
He leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me like I was some exotic creature performing a tragic ballet. Stop staring, Wind.
I got up, careful not to slip on the slick marble, and spotted a gigantic painting on the wall. Some fancy-looking dude with a crown. "Oh, wow," I said, squinting at the gold frame. "Is that… you? Or just the spirit of arrogance incarnate?"
Wind smirked, not answering. Typical.
"Also, do you always walk around barefoot in socks that cost more than my entire wardrobe?" I asked, stepping around him carefully. "Because honestly, it's distracting and slightly insulting."
He laughed. That stupid, warm laugh that made my chest feel all wrong. I quickly looked away, pretending to inspect a golden lamp. "Focus, Sky. Focus on not dying from excessive wealth and Wind's smug aura."
I tiptoed past the study again, where a desk the size of a small island gleamed under the chandelier. "Do you seriously write on paper this big? Or just roll around and hope someone notices your presence?"
Wind finally spoke. "Maybe I like having the room match my ego."
I blinked. "Wow. Groundbreaking. Ego-matching furniture. Very relatable, Wind. Really human."
I wandered into what he called the kitchen. Stainless steel everywhere. Knives sharper than my insults. And somehow, even here, I felt like an intruder in a museum of excess.
"Oh, fantastic," I muttered. "You have more appliances than my entire street combined. And yes, I'm judging every one of them. Especially that espresso machine that probably costs more than my tuition."
Wind smirked from behind, arms crossed. "You like judging, huh?"
"Only when the object of judgment is unbearably rich and smug." I squinted at him. "Which is… you."
He chuckled low, that ugh kind of sound that made my brain misfire. I swore I didn't want to feel anything… and yet, the way his hair fell across his forehead as he leaned lazily against the counter made me want to… punch him. Or hug him. Definitely punch him first.
"Sky," he said softly, "you don't have to sit on the floor like a frog every time you come here."
"Excuse me? Frog? I am… a dignified amphibian, thank you very much." I muttered, hopping slightly on one foot. "A dignified, wet, sarcastic amphibian."
Wind rolled his eyes but didn't move. Which… ugh. Just ugh.
I grabbed a towel from a fancy gold rack. "Fine. I'll dry myself. But only because your floors are so scary I might die from shin splints."
He tilted his head. "You look… cute when you complain."
I froze mid-towel wrap. Did he just say… cute? No. No way. Must be hearing things. Maybe the chandelier just complimented me. Yeah. Definitely the chandelier.
"Chandelier," I muttered. "It said I was cute. Totally. Not you."
Wind laughed, and I had to resist punching him again. Or maybe… ugh, I can't think like this. Enemies. Not cute. Definitely enemies.
I shook my head, determined to regain my dignity. "Anyway. I came here for shelter from rain, not an ego explosion," I said firmly, though my heart betrayed me by fluttering stupidly.
Wind smirked again. "Shelter from the rain? You mean… coming to annoy me?"
"Exactly," I said, chest puffed. "That's the entire point. And yes, I'm soaking wet, frog-like, and sarcastic. Deal with it."
And as I wrapped the towel tighter around myself, avoiding his eyes, I realized… I was probably going to die of embarrassment long before I die from cold wet socks.
Absolutely! We can slot that into a fun, sarcastic Sky POV moment in Wind's mansion scene. Here's how it could go:
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I was perched on one of those ridiculously expensive chairs—probably worth more than my entire wardrobe—towel still dripping in my lap. Wind had wandered off, showing off some ridiculously shiny cabinet full of trophies or weapons or… I honestly couldn't tell. I blinked at him, rolling my eyes.
"You know what's better than you?" I called out, dramatic as always.
He turned, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And what would that be?"
I held up a small, slightly squished teddy bear with a sky-blue ribbon around its neck. "Rim," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Rim is better than you!!"
Wind froze, staring like I'd just insulted his entire family. "Rim? That… brown teddy bear?"
"Yes. That brown teddy bear with the sky-blue ribbon. At least Rim doesn't smirk like it knows it's ruining my life every time it talks."
He tilted his head, clearly amused. "So… I'm officially worse than a stuffed toy now?"
I shrugged, smirking. "Yep. Way worse. Rim doesn't make me want to punch him, and it doesn't look ridiculously good in half my selfies. Sorry, Wind."
He chuckled, that low, rumbling laugh that made my chest tighten. "I'll… remember that."
"Good. Because Rim and I have an understanding. You, on the other hand… ugh, you'll have to earn it."
I crossed my arms, secretly enjoying how flustered he looked. Take that, rich, handsome, irritating classmate.
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If you want, I can weave this into the bigger mansion scene, with more Sindy moments and accidental closeness, where Wind actually reacts to Sky teasing him about Rim in that flirtatiously annoyed way.
Do you want me to do that next?
Perfect! Let's dive into Part 5 – Sky exploring Wind's mansion, with plenty of humor, sarcasm, and Sindy moments.
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Part 5: Mansion Tour – Sky POV
I clutched my dripping towel like it was a life raft and followed Wind down a corridor that smelled faintly of old books, leather, and way too much money. Every step made me wonder: how many chandeliers are in here, and how much would one of them cost if it fell on me?
"Here's the library," Wind announced, pushing open a massive oak door. Books lined the walls from floor to ceiling. I squinted. "Do you actually read all these, or is it just for… decoration?"
He smirked, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily gesturing. "Some of them. Mostly decoration. But I do enjoy making guests feel… small."
I rolled my eyes. "Small? Congratulations. Mission accomplished. I feel like a soggy toad in a palace for billionaires."
As I stepped closer to the bookshelves, my wet sock slipped on the polished floor. "AHHHH—"
Before I could hit the ground, strong arms caught me again. Ugh. Wind. Again.
"You're like a magnet for trouble," he said, steadying me. His chest pressed against mine, and I could definitely feel the warmth radiating off him.
"I'm… not! Totally… fine!" I stammered, glaring at him, trying to sound angry while my heart betrayed me with every thump.
"You're soaked," he said, his voice low. "Do you want a towel that isn't mine?"
I blinked, offended. "Why would I want your towel? It probably smells like… arrogant billionaire energy!"
He raised a brow. "You talk a lot for someone who keeps almost falling into the pool."
"I… uh… frog problems!" I snapped, waving my arms dramatically. "I have frog syndrome. Very rare. Very serious."
Wind laughed softly, the kind of laugh that made my stomach twist. I hated that laugh. Loved that laugh. And I wasn't supposed to think about it.
We walked further, and he opened a door to what looked like a music room. Guitars, a piano, drums… all polished, gleaming, screaming "I cost more than your entire life savings".
"You play?" I asked, trying to distract myself from the fact that I was literally walking through the house of the guy I kinda hate but maybe also kind of… like?
"Sometimes," he replied, running a hand over a guitar. "Mostly when I'm annoyed. Or when I want to remind myself I'm the best at everything."
I snorted. "Ah, yes. Humble as ever. You're a real joy to hang around, Wind Weaso."
His smirk deepened. "Wind. Just Wind. Weaso is boring."
I muttered under my breath, "Sure, Wind, rich arrogant Wind… totally boring…"
We moved on to the bedroom wing. I peeked into one room, expecting velvet beds and gold everything. Instead, it was surprisingly minimalistic. "Wait… this is yours?"
"Yes," he said. "I like to keep my personal space… private. And clean. Unlike certain frog-like classmates I know."
I blinked. "Excuse me? Did you just—"
"Don't get distracted," he said, smirking. "I've seen what happens when you get distracted."
I narrowed my eyes. Distracted? By what? By your stupidly perfect arms? By the way your smirk makes my brain short-circuit? Ugh, focus Sky. Focus.
As we reached the hallway again, I tripped slightly on a rug. Wind's arms were there—again. Of course they were.
"You're… really clumsy," he said, holding me steady.
"I'm… uh… testing gravity. Scientific experiment. Totally professional."
"You mean falling into my arms repeatedly?" he teased, voice low and amused.
I glared, heart racing. "No! Definitely not! Totally… unintentional… and not romantic in any way whatsoever!"
Wind's smirk widened, and I could see the corners of his lips twitching. Oh, great. He's enjoying this.
"Careful," he murmured, leaning just slightly closer, "or I might start thinking this is intentional."
I froze, caught between annoyance, embarrassment, and something else. Nope. Not happening. Definitely not happening.
I stepped back, flopping dramatically onto a chair. "I'm… fine! Totally… fine! Not in your arms, not near your face, nothing… NOTHING!"
Wind shook his head, smiling softly. "You're ridiculous, Sky."
I muttered, "And you're insufferable. And… and maybe… kind of… annoying in the worst way… ugh, shut up, brain."
As he walked ahead, I couldn't help sneaking a glance at him, wet hair sticking to his forehead from where he'd wiped his hand earlier. My stomach twisted again. Why am I like this?
And just like that, I knew: enemies, friends, maybe something else—but definitely trouble.
I shook the dripping towel out like a soggy raggedy doll and followed Wind down a hallway that smelled faintly of leather, expensive cologne, and… power. Everywhere I looked, something screamed, "I cost more than your entire existence!"
"Your house… it's insane," I said, trying to sound unimpressed while secretly panicking over all the glass, gold, and chandeliers that could crush me in an instant.
"Insane is one word for it," Wind replied, hands shoved into his pockets. "My parents designed it that way. Keeps people scared and obedient."
"Ah, so it's basically a giant trap for anyone who isn't a billionaire heir," I muttered, side-eyeing the ridiculously long hallway. "Lovely. Perfect. Just… perfect."
We passed a massive indoor pool. The water was sparkling clean, reflecting the ornate ceiling lights like… well, like a ridiculous Instagram post made by someone with way too much money and zero chill.
I paused at the edge, careful not to slip on the marble. "Do you really swim here, or is this just… decoration?"
Wind smirked. "Both. Mostly decoration. But sometimes I swim when I want to remind myself how rich I am."
I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. "Thanks. Very relatable. So down-to-earth. I feel like you're judging my wet frog self already."
I started stepping closer to the pool to peer in, and of course, my foot slipped.
"AHHHHH—" I screamed, flailing like a drowned insect.
Before I could hit the water, strong arms caught me. Solid, warm, impossibly tall arms. And ugh, of course, it was Wind.
"Sky," he said, steadying me effortlessly. "You okay?"
I froze. Okay? My wet hair stuck to my face, my towel was half off, and I could feel his chest against mine. Definitely not okay.
"I-I'm fine!" I stammered, flailing with my free hand. "Totally fine! Not wet! Not… trapped in your… arms or anything!"
He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with my sarcasm. "Sure you are."
I realized I was way too close to him. Too close. Too… warm. Ugh. My brain decided to betray me and replay every time we argued in class, every stupid quip, every time I called him a smug jerk… and now? Now I was in his arms, dripping wet, smelling like… expensive soap and arrogance.
"Don't… don't just stare," I said quickly, trying to wriggle free.
"Relax," he said, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You're not falling in the pool. That's an achievement on its own."
"Ugh. Yes. Thanks. Achievement unlocked. Wet, embarrassed, trapped by a smug billionaire. Love my life."
I finally wriggled free, stepping back, but not far enough to escape the lingering warmth of his arms. My towel threatened to slip, and I cursed silently. Why am I like this? Why does my body betray me like this?
Wind shook his head, chuckling softly. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"Impossible? I'm… unique! One-of-a-kind! Extremely frog-like!" I snapped.
"Unique," he repeated, voice low, almost amused. And I swear… I heard the slightest trace of something else in his tone.
I refused to look at him. Refused. My heart was already doing stupid things. My soaked socks made squishy noises on the marble, and I just… wanted to get out of the pool area before I said or did something even more embarrassing.
"Come on," I said, pointing dramatically down the hallway. "Let's continue your stupidly expensive mansion tour before I die of embarrassment—or hunger."
Wind's eyes flicked toward me, just for a moment. And for some stupid reason, I thought I caught a tiny smirk. Probably imagining things. Definitely imagining things.
Perfect! Let's dive in. Here's an extended Sky + Wind mansion scene—sarcasm, Sindy tension, Rim cameo, and full humor—novel-style:
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Rain hammered against the gigantic Weaso mansion windows as I trudged through the enormous hallway, water dripping off my jacket and shoes leaving miniature puddles in my wake. Why does Wind live like this? I muttered to myself, scowling at the marble floors that could probably kill someone with one wrong step.
I clutched Rim—the brown teddy with the sky-blue ribbon—for moral support. Better than most humans, I reminded myself, particularly the smug, grumpy heir who apparently thought he owned the universe.
"Uh… you can't just wander in here like it's a public mall," Wind said, arms crossed, leaning against a golden pillar like it was a gym prop. His dark hair stuck slightly to his damp forehead. "You're… soaking."
"I know," I said, throwing Rim into his line of sight. "I'm wet. I'm hungry. And Rim agrees—you need to lighten up."
Wind tilted his head, unimpressed. "A stuffed bear is critiquing me now?"
"Yes! Rim is better than you!" I shouted, holding it up for dramatic effect. "And at least he doesn't smirk every time I try not to kick someone in the face."
He arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. "You're ridiculous."
"Yes, thank you, I'm aware." I flopped onto a velvet chaise lounge that looked like it cost more than my entire neighborhood. "I expect applause for surviving your mansion's death traps this long."
Wind stepped closer. I could feel the subtle shift in the air—the smell of expensive cologne, wood polish, and that faint aura of "I'm untouchable." Somehow, it made my chest do the thing it wasn't supposed to do.
"Careful," he said, in a tone that suggested he was warning me… or maybe warning himself.
I tripped. Not on purpose, of course. Gravity and sarcasm have a very personal vendetta against me. I ended up falling—into his arms.
My arms flailed, Rim squeezed between us like a tiny, judgmental referee, and I panicked. "Uh… I was testing your reflexes! Totally intentional!"
Wind didn't move, though. His strong arms held me steady, and I could feel the heat from his body—a very inappropriate warmth. This is not okay. Do not enjoy this. Do not stare at his eyes. Do not… oh screw it.
I raised Rim in front of me like a shield. "See? Rim's still better than you. Hands off, human-sized furniture."
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I'll… keep that in mind."
I rolled my eyes, sliding slightly down in his arms to regain my dignity. "Don't get used to it," I muttered, blinking rapidly to keep my heart from betraying me.
He tilted his head, lips twitching. "I'm not the one who keeps hugging a bear everywhere."
"Rim is reliable, okay? Unlike certain grumpy billionaires I know."
"Grumpy billionaire," he repeated, smirking. "Wow, you're creative."
I groaned, throwing my head back dramatically. "Creative AND wet AND annoyed. A trifecta. Be jealous."
He leaned casually on the arm of the lounge now, smirk still in place. "You're insufferable."
"Yes! Finally, you acknowledge it." I adjusted Rim on my lap. "I am insufferable. I also sing in the shower, steal chocolates from babies, and call my cousin a black-magic obsessed witch."
Wind's lip twitched, like he was fighting a smile. Damn him.
I stood up, brushing water off my jacket. "Well, I'm not staying here all day. Shelter from the rain, remember?" I jabbed a finger toward him. "You, sir, are my temporary shelter… under duress, of course."
He leaned forward just slightly, close enough for me to notice the sharp edge of his jaw and the warmth of his chest. "Temporary, huh?" His tone was teasing, but the way he said it… made my stomach do that flop thing.
"Yep. Temporary," I repeated firmly, holding Rim out as a barrier between us. "Better than you, remember?"
He laughed softly, that ugh-annoying-but-I-can't-look-away laugh. "I'll try to live with the rejection."
I huffed. "Oh, you'll do more than live. You'll survive my insults, my sarcasm, and—oh!—my bear's judgment." Rim nodded sagely, in the way only bears with sky-blue ribbons can.
Wind shook his head, chuckling as he gestured toward the rest of the absurdly huge mansion. "Well, welcome to my home, Sky. Don't break anything… yet."
I raised an eyebrow. "Already broken two rules: walking in soaked, hugging strangers, calling you worse than a teddy bear… What's next?"
"Not falling in love with me," he muttered under his breath.
I froze. Did he just…? No. No. Definitely didn't. I stared at him, Rim held tight. "Excuse me? I—what?"
He smirked. The nerve. "I said, don't break anything… yet."
I rolled my eyes, muttering, "Yeah, yeah. Very intimidating, billionaire baby. Rim's still better than you."
And somehow… he laughed. Deep, low, and annoyingly intoxicating.
I crossed my arms, trying to regain composure. "You're impossible, you know that?"
"I know," he said. And somehow, that made my heart stupidly happy.
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If you want, I can expand this into a full 10-page "Sky in Wind's mansion" chapter, with:
Sky exploring the mansion with sarcastic commentary
Rim providing "commentary"
Accidental Sindy moments (Sky + Wind)
Jokes, dirty-minded humor, and Sky roasting the author herself
Interactions with the crazy mansion features, like servants, art, and gadgets
Wind reacting internally, slowly softening toward Sky
Do you want me to do that next?
Got it! Here's the revised version with Sky calling him "ok, Mr. Grumpy Billionaire" and Wind correcting her:
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Rain hammered against the gigantic Weaso mansion windows as I trudged through the enormous hallway, water dripping off my jacket and shoes leaving miniature puddles in my wake. Why does Wind live like this? I muttered to myself, scowling at the marble floors that could probably kill someone with one wrong step.
I clutched Rim—the brown teddy with the sky-blue ribbon—for moral support. Better than most humans, I reminded myself, particularly the smug, grumpy heir who apparently thought he owned the universe.
"Uh… you can't just wander in here like it's a public mall," Wind said, arms crossed, leaning against a golden pillar like it was a gym prop. His dark hair stuck slightly to his damp forehead. "You're… soaking."
"I know," I said, throwing Rim into his line of sight. "I'm wet. I'm hungry. and Rim agrees—you need to lighten up."
Wind tilted his head, unimpressed. "A stuffed bear is critiquing me now?"
"Yes! Rim is better than you!" I shouted, holding it up for dramatic effect. "And at least he doesn't smirk every time I try not to kick someone in the face."
He arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. "You're ridiculous."
"Yes, thank you, I'm aware." I flopped onto a velvet chaise lounge that looked like it cost more than my entire neighborhood. "I expect applause for surviving your mansion's death traps this long."
Wind stepped closer. I could feel the subtle shift in the air—the smell of expensive cologne, wood polish, and that faint aura of "I'm untouchable." Somehow, it made my chest do the thing it wasn't supposed to do.
"Careful," he said, in a tone that suggested he was warning me… or maybe warning himself.
I tripped. Not on purpose, of course. Gravity and sarcasm have a very personal vendetta against me. I ended up falling—into his arms.
My arms flailed, Rim squeezed between us like a tiny, judgmental referee, and I panicked. "Uh… I was testing your reflexes! Totally intentional!"
Wind didn't move, though. His strong arms held me steady, and I could feel the heat from his body—a very inappropriate warmth. This is not okay. Do not enjoy this. Do not stare at his eyes. Do not… oh screw it.
I raised Rim in front of me like a shield. "See? Rim's still better than you. Hands off, human-sized furniture."
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I'll… keep that in mind."
I rolled my eyes, sliding slightly down in his arms to regain my dignity. "Don't get used to it," I muttered, blinking rapidly to keep my heart from betraying me.
He tilted his head, lips twitching. "I'm not the one who keeps hugging a bear everywhere."
"Ok, Mr. Grumpy Billionaire," I said, smirking.
Wind froze, eyebrows shooting up. "Grumpy billionaire? No, no, no. I'm not a billionaire—I'm a sextillionaire."
I blinked. "…What? That's not even a real number."
"It is," he said, voice low, teasing, dangerous. "And very real—just like surviving me."
I groaned, throwing my head back dramatically. "I am literally drenched, trapped in a gold-and-marble cage, and now intimidated by numbers that don't even exist. Fantastic."
Wind laughed softly, that ugh-annoying-but-I-can't-look-away laugh.
I huffed, holding Rim up like a sword. "Rim is still better than you. He's soft, cute, and doesn't make me feel like a tiny ant in a mansion made for gods."
"And yet, here you are," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Very intimidating, sextillionaire baby. Rim's still better than you."
Rain hammered against the gigantic Weaso mansion windows as I trudged through the enormous hallway, water dripping off my jacket and shoes leaving miniature puddles in my wake. Why does Wind live like this? I muttered, glaring at the marble floors that could probably crush someone with one misstep.
I clutched Rim—the brown teddy with the sky-blue ribbon—for moral support. Better than most humans, I reminded myself, particularly the smug, grumpy heir who apparently thought he owned the universe.
"Uh… you can't just wander in here like it's a public mall," Wind said, arms crossed, leaning against a golden pillar like it was a gym prop. His dark hair stuck slightly to his damp forehead. "You're… soaking."
"I know," I said, throwing Rim into his line of sight. "I'm wet. I'm hungry. and Rim agrees—you need to lighten up."
Wind tilted his head, unimpressed. "A stuffed bear is critiquing me now?"
"Yes! Rim is better than you!" I shouted, holding it up for dramatic effect. "And at least he doesn't smirk every time I try not to kick someone in the face."
He arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. "You're ridiculous."
"Yes, thank you, I'm aware." I flopped onto a velvet chaise lounge that looked like it cost more than my entire neighborhood. "I expect applause for surviving your mansion's death traps this long."
Wind stepped closer. I could feel the subtle shift in the air—the smell of expensive cologne, wood polish, and that faint aura of "I'm untouchable." Somehow, it made my chest do the thing it wasn't supposed to do.
"Careful," he said, in a tone that suggested he was warning me… or maybe warning himself.
I tripped. Not on purpose, of course. Gravity and sarcasm have a very personal vendetta against me. I ended up falling—into his arms.
My arms flailed, Rim squeezed between us like a tiny, judgmental referee, and I panicked. "Uh… I was testing your reflexes! Totally intentional!"
Wind didn't move, though. His strong arms held me steady, and I could feel the heat from his body—a very inappropriate warmth. This is not okay. Do not enjoy this. Do not stare at his eyes. Do not… oh screw it.
I raised Rim in front of me like a shield. "See? Rim's still better than you. Hands off, human-sized furniture."
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I'll… keep that in mind."
I rolled my eyes, sliding slightly down in his arms to regain my dignity. "Don't get used to it," I muttered, blinking rapidly to keep my heart from betraying me.
He tilted his head, lips twitching. "I'm not the one who keeps hugging a bear everywhere."
"Ok, Mr. Grumpy Billionaire," I said, smirking.
Wind froze, eyebrows shooting up. "Grumpy billionaire? No, no, no. I'm not a billionaire—I'm a sextillionaire."
I blinked. "…What?"
"It's—uh—a number. Huge." He smirked, clearly enjoying my confusion.
I froze. "S€x… you pervert!!" I shouted, pointing at him like he'd personally offended Rim too. "Who even says that word in public!"
Wind blinked, jaw twitching. "I… that's not… it's not what it means."
"Uh-huh," I said, glaring. "Sure, Mr. Grumpy 'S€x You Pervert.' Got it."
He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I am not that… I'm—"
"Rim is still better than you," I interrupted, hugging the bear tighter.
"And yet, here you are," he muttered, voice low and teasing, clearly plotting revenge for my shouting
"S€x you pervert!!" I shrieked, pointing at Wind like he'd personally committed a crime against Rim and humanity.
Before he could defend his honor—or correct me again—I turned on my heel and bolted. Splash! My wet shoes slid on the polished marble floors as I skidded into the vast hallway of the Weaso mansion. Why did I ever think seeking shelter from rain would be a good idea?
"Hey! Don't run off like that!" Wind shouted, his voice echoing through the opulent halls. And why does he sound like he enjoys this way too much?
I weaved between golden pillars, nearly tripping over a silk rug that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. My arms flailed like a drowning octopus as I clutched Rim tightly. "Stay away! I will hurl this bear at your face if you get closer!"
Wind's boots pounded behind me—so annoyingly steady and fast. "Sky! Come back here, you're going to hurt yourself!"
I refused to slow down. "Good! Keep your hands to yourself, grumpy sextillionaire pervert!"
Rounding a corner too sharply, I tripped over nothing—literally nothing, because of course this mansion is a death trap—and my momentum sent me flying. Flail! Flail! Flail!
And then—WHAM! I crashed straight into Wind. My chest smacked against his, my arms tangled with his, and Rim went flying into a corner, squeaking in indignation.
"Sky—!" he started, but before he could finish, our lips collided.
I froze. My brain short-circuited. Lips? On him? Accident? Intentional? Definitely not intentional. My eyes went wide as if they could shoot lasers.
Wind froze too, holding me awkwardly, one hand on my back, the other trying not to touch… well, too much. His dark eyes were wide, unreadable, and my cheeks might as well have been neon signs screaming EMBARRASSMENT ALERT.
"Uh… sorry… I… totally meant to—" I stammered, backing up rapidly, tripping again, and nearly landing face-first on a velvet chair. "Don't tell Rim! And don't tell anyone!"
Wind blinked, his usual smirk threatening to surface. "You're… welcome?"
I groaned, hugging Rim like it was a life raft. "I am never coming inside your house ever again. Ever. This was a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake."
He shook his head slowly, one corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. "Sky… you literally fell on me. You're fine. Calm down."
"FINE? FINE??!" I shouted, waving my arms like a drowning penguin. "I kissed a sextillionaire! Or whatever the hell you are! That counts as a felony in my book!"
Wind groaned. "I'm not a sextillionaire… I'm a sextillionaire. And it's not a felony—just… unlucky for you."
"UNLUCKY?? You mean disgusting, perverted, grumpy, rich jerk who… who made me kiss him by accident!" I shrieked, and for dramatic effect, Rim squeaked in agreement.
Wind finally laughed, a low, teasing sound that made my ears burn hotter than the sun. "You're ridiculous, Sky. Absolutely ridiculous."
"Yes! Thank you!" I gasped, pointing at him again. "And Rim agrees! Better than you. Always better than you."
His smirk widened. "Hmm… I'll let that slide. For now."
I groaned, spinning on my heel to escape again. "Next time, I'm wearing armor! And carrying a bazooka!"
"Good luck with that!" he called after me, footsteps following just a beat too closely.