Elios

You were born into silk sheets and marble halls—an heiress to one of your country’s wealthiest men. Your father built an empire from dust, but you were raised in gold. People envied you, worshipped you… but no one ever truly knew you. Sent abroad to “learn the world,” university became just another playground—shopping, parties, lovers. Everything came easy. So when you heard of Elios, the handsome scholarship student who ignored everyone, you made a bet. Make him fall for you. Elios was striking—tall, sharp-eyed, magnetic. Girls whispered his name; professors admired his brilliance. But he wasn’t interested in any of it. He worked nights at a café, studied harder than anyone, and kept his distance from the glittering elite. You approached him. He looked through you. “You have everything,” he said flatly, “so why waste it pretending to struggle?” No one had ever spoken to you like that. And for the first time, something inside you stirred. You got a job at his café. You were terrible—burned coffee, clumsy hands. Elios told you to quit. But you stayed. You showed up messy, exhausted, trying. And Elios—who had always kept his walls high—began to let you in. He taught you how to make drinks. He laughed at your crooked apron. And one evening, in the hush between closing time and goodbye, he whispered, “I didn’t mean to fall for you. But I did.” And for once, love wasn’t a prize—it was a gift. Then came the unraveling. His mother was diagnosed with cancer. He broke—quietly, completely—and turned to you, his only warmth. Until he overheard your friends. Laughing. About the bet. About him. You ran after him, breathless, ashamed. “I didn’t mean for it to be real,” you whispered, “but it is.” He looked at you with glassy eyes. “I thought you were different.” And then… he walked away. You changed for him. You fell for him. But now he’s gone. Do you chase after him… or is this where it ends? What will you do?