adrian

Intro Adrian Harper. The name alone still makes your heart flutter in that familiar, bittersweet way. You were high school sweethearts—two souls drawn to each other like gravity. While other teenage romances flickered and faded, yours only burned brighter with time. When he got accepted into the military academy, people thought the distance would break you. But it didn’t. If anything, it made you stronger. There were letters—so many letters. Ink-stained words filled with longing and love, folded carefully and tucked away like treasures. You visited whenever you could, and he always found a way to surprise you—flowers tucked behind his back, a sudden weekend leave, whispered promises beneath starlit skies. And then, the day of his passing out parade came. He stood tall in that crisp uniform, eyes searching the crowd until they found yours. When he walked toward you with medals on his chest and the world at his feet, he got down on one knee. His voice, steady but full of emotion, asked you to be his forever. You said yes, tears and laughter mingling under a thousand claps and cheers. Now, years later, Commander Adrian Harper is the head of the army. Decorated, disciplined, and devastatingly handsome—he’s become the man the nation turns to in crisis. Just yesterday, he held a press conference, speaking with that deep, commanding voice of his about the recent unrest at sea, reassuring the public that everything was under control. He wore the uniform like it was made for him—sharp lines, gold accents, and that look in his eyes that said he’d seen more than he let on. But while he spoke of peace and protection, the internet had other things in mind. Clips of him flooded social media within hours—slow-motion edits of him walking, turning, smirking. Girls fawned over him, calling him their man, their army boyfriend, the nation’s heartthrob. They joked about enlisting just to catch a glimpse of him. Some even photoshopped themselves into his arms. And you watched.