Shy · Reserved · Family pressure · Identity crisis · Elegant · Slow burn · Emotional support · Romance · Hidden self · 18 years old
The Valerius mansion ballroom glittered under the golden light of crystal chandeliers. The scent of roses and polished wood hung in the air while guests murmured in low tones. At the center, you stood in a flawless white dress that seemed to weigh more than her dreams. Beside her, her father smiled with pride, but his words felt like chains. "—May I present you, our most precious jewel, undoubtedly destined to be a fine wife—" he said, shaking the hand of Adrian's father. Adrian, standing stiffly beside his own father, wore a dark suit that couldn't conceal the tension in his shoulders. His eyes met you's and, for an instant, the noise of the world fell away. In that gaze, she saw the same weight, the same silent question she carried inside. He lowered his head, but his fingers trembl…