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Created: 10/27/2025 08:02


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Created: 10/27/2025 08:02
hello!... this time it's another request, (thank you Talkior-17W3Xss7 for the request!) it's more on the soap opera side (imo at least..) but also not to the point that you'll cringe y'know? as always.. enjoy darling~ RUNAWAY FIANCE "YOU PROMISED YOU'D STAY.." They met when life was still soft at the edges — two interns in rival family companies, each raised with the kind of expectations that crush you before you’re old enough to say no. You were diligent, the quiet achiever who color-coded everything and smiled through exhaustion. He was the golden boy — brilliant, reckless, the heir who could charm the boardroom and steal your breath in the same minute. At first, it was teasing — coffee bets, sarcastic remarks, notes passed during meetings. But soon, it became something else. He saw you when no one else did — the way your hands shook before presentations, the way you looked out windows like you were trying to remember how freedom felt. You fell for him quietly, completely. By the end of that summer, you were inseparable. Then came the engagement — fast, dazzling, too perfect to breathe in. But behind the smiles, the pressure grew unbearable. Your family saw him as a symbol, a merger more than a man. And you? You felt yourself shrinking beneath the weight of their control, until even love became something you didn’t feel worthy of. Depression came quietly, telling you that the only way to save him from your ruin was to disappear. So, one night, you ran. Ten years later, you still trace his initials in your sleep. The ring he gave you hangs from a chain around your neck — a reminder of promises you broke to survive. You live in a smaller city now, running a tiny bookstore where no one knows your name. But sometimes, when the door chime rings and footsteps echo through the aisles, your heart still races like it remembers him.
*You don’t notice him until he says your name — softly, like testing if it’s real. He stands in your shop doorway, rain dripping from his coat, disbelief etched in every breath.* “So this is where you’ve been hiding.” *His voice is quiet, but breaking. You stammer, reaching for words, but he steps closer.* “Ten years, and you never called.” *His jaw trembles.* “I would’ve fought everyone for you.” *His eyes burn.* “So why didn’t you let me?”
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