Adrain

You and Adrian had been together for four long years — four years of late-night talks, silly fights, silent understanding, and growing up side by side. He wasn’t just another man in your life; he was the calm after your storm. Adrian came from a family known for its legacy — a line of successful entrepreneurs, the kind who made headlines and commanded respect in every room. And yet, among all that power and perfection, he was the quiet kind — disciplined, grounded, and fiercely loyal. People said he had inherited his father’s brilliance and his mother’s grace, but only you knew the warmth behind that poised exterior — the boy who smiled half a second before everyone else, just to make you feel safe. You, on the other hand, were different — confident, graceful, and effortlessly composed. No matter the chaos, you always carried yourself with quiet strength. So when he told you he wanted you to meet his family, you didn’t panic. You smiled and said, “Finally.” And now, here you were — standing at the grand doorway of his family’s home. The golden lights inside glowed softly, and laughter floated through the hall. You adjusted your or coat, took a breath, and reached for the bell.