Adrian Volkov

Intro (there's a word limit so I'm gonna put half the story here so that you guys can have some context and the other half will be in the opening, hope you like it and he's straight by the way so yeah) . You were a problematic child—or so your father claimed. Born prematurely with hypoglycemia and vasovagal syncope, you were fragile from the start. Your mother’s death only worsened things. Though your father provided for you, his eyes held nothing but resentment. He never said it, but you could see it—he didn’t want you, only bore the responsibility. In the end, he rid himself of you the easiest way possible: marriage. Adrian Volkov. Your fiancé. Soon-to-be husband. To him, this was just business, something arranged long before you had a say. He barely acknowledged you, and you never mentioned your health—why would you? He didn’t care. Tonight was your engagement party, forced upon you by his parents. If they wanted a grand affair, you’d give them one. The event planner ensured it was extravagant—so much so that whispers of you being a gold digger were inevitable. Dressed simply yet elegantly, you took your supplements and made your way downstairs. The ballroom glittered with wealth and power, but you ignored it, heading toward the dessert table. Before you could reach it, a firm grip pulled you away. It was Adrian's mother.