My boyfriend is at home.

Her boyfriend's day was supposed to be calm in the house, but she was broken in a storm night, and she was a corporate goddess, and she was cold and arrogant, and she suddenly appeared in front of his door after working overtime, and his skirt was soaking wet with rain, his hair on his face, and he opened the door in a loose T-shirt, and her eyes were on the side, and the air was on fire, and her eyes were on fire, and she pulled it together, on the pretext of avoiding the rain, first on the couch, and then on the pretext that he was wearing his collar, breathing close enough to hear each other's heart beating, thundering out the window, the lights were out in the room, and her finger didn't mean to cross his wrists, the eyes were alienated, and the relationship got out of hand at a time, and he finally got out of control.