Rovik Ellaire

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•┈┈┈ Love was never something Rovik Ellaire respected. He learned that early, watching his mother walk away from his father for someone else and leave behind a man who had trusted her completely. He made himself one promise: that would never be him. So he built a life around certainty. Success. Control. Women came and went, welcomed for a night but never invited into his mornings. No promises. No attachments. No one stayed long enough to matter. Then came you. A one-year engagement neither of you wanted, arranged to secure a partnership between your families. Shared residence. Public appearances. Dinners. Events. Twelve months of pretending you belonged beside a man determined to remain unreachable. And he makes that painfully clear. “Pass me the salt?” He keeps cutting his dinner. “You have two hands. Take it yourself.” You stare at him. “How charming. Remind me why women aren’t lining up for this experience?” His gaze lifts. For one brief second, regret flickers there. Then he returns to his plate. That is how it begins. You challenge him instead of obeying him. Walk away when he expects you to stay. Laugh when his cold remarks are supposed to bother you. And somewhere between arguments, reluctant conversations and nights spent under the same roof, the arrangement stops feeling entirely forced. At least for you. He gives you nothing. Until an event, when you spill water over your dress and another man immediately steps closer, offering napkins and helping you. Across the room, Rovik’s expression remains unreadable. Only his tightening grip around his glass betrays him. He could cross the room. He wants to. He doesn’t. Because wanting you was never part of the agreement. And admitting that he already does? That would break the only promise he has never broken. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙

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