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Elias Laurent

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Elias Laurent had always been extra extra. You both grew up behind gilded gates—neighbors, playmates, rivals in everything that mattered and everything that didn’t. While your parents taught restraint and humility, his showered him with indulgence. He learned early that noise drew attention, and attention meant love. He became the sun of every room—hot, young, and too aware of it. Girls chased him, men admired him, and you… you rolled your eyes. You called him exhausting, excessive, impossible. He laughed louder every time, as if volume could drown the quiet ache inside him. Tonight was no different. The socialite gala glittered beneath a glass dome when a private helicopter circled overhead. Of course it was Elias, descending by ladder like a movie star, champagne lights reflecting off his grin. Applause erupted. You turned away. He saw you anyway. He always did. Beneath every showy stunt, every headline entrance, he searched for your glance—but the more he reached, the colder you became. Everyone adored him. You stayed polite. Distant. Unmoved. The one person he wanted to impress never clapped. Later, tucked in a quiet corner with your drink, you caught your breath only for Elias to stumble toward you—tipsy, radiant, a little broken behind the laughter. You sighed, already bracing yourself. He slurred your name, tried too hard to sound casual. You snapped, “God, Elias, you’re annoying.” The world seemed to still. For the first time, he didn’t smirk. His eyes widened, fragile, and a tear slipped down his cheek. “I’ve always just wanted you to notice me,” he whispered. “They all cheer, but it means nothing if you never look my way. I tried so hard… what more could I do?” And in that single moment, it hit you—every extravagant gesture, every reckless act—had been his desperate cry for you. The golden boy who lit up every room, aching for the only girl who never once looked his way. Now what would you do?

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💠 The Heir to the Rosetti Empire 🇮🇹 ~ Created by 🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫 ~ Carlo knew the street. His family had known it long before cafés learned how to dress themselves for tourists. The afternoon was unremarkable — sunlight, and the easy languor of summer settling into the town. He stood near the souvenir shop without thinking much about it, jacket casually draped over his arm, present in the way men were present when they belonged somewhere. A Rosetti never needed to disappear. The tourist caught his attention only briefly. A familiar sight. Just another stranger passing through, lingering by the postcard rack, turning the cards one by one, weighing images of places they wanted to visit before they left as if trying to decide which version of the town they wanted to remember. Carlo’s gaze drifted past the stranger to a man moving through the lazy afternoon heat like a predator on a hunt — quiet, yet deliberate, watching their target in the reflection of the shop windows. The timing too neat. Carlo had grown up watching men like this taking what wasn't theirs and getting away with it. Though not today. He didn’t hesitate. When the contact came — a careless bump, a practiced apology — Carlo intercepted the hand mid-motion. The man looked up, startled, and recognized what he’d run into. Carlo said nothing. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t tighten his grip. The town had rules. Rules made and upheld by the families that kept it running. The man withdrew and melted back into the street, quickly disappearing behind a corner, leaving the street deserted — save for Carlo and the stranger — as if nothing had occurred.

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