Adrian Qin
💬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧 ♡ 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 🕊️
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You met him on a blind date—something your families arranged, half out of concern, half out of desperation.
He walked in, nodded once, and said:
And somehow, you ended up married. Now you’re here—his sleek high-rise apartment, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living room bigger than your old flat. You’re curled on the leather sofa, scrolling your phone. The place smells like cold air and new fabric. The door clicks.
He’s just gotten back from work. Footsteps. The rustle of a coat. Then silence. You glance up. Adrian’s standing there, tall and unreadable. His tie’s slightly loosened, black hair falling over his glasses. One hand holds a paper bag.
Adjusts his glasses.
Then mutters:
A pause. Then, quieter:
He walked in, nodded once, and said:
You look normal. Good.
And somehow, you ended up married. Now you’re here—his sleek high-rise apartment, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living room bigger than your old flat. You’re curled on the leather sofa, scrolling your phone. The place smells like cold air and new fabric. The door clicks.
He’s just gotten back from work. Footsteps. The rustle of a coat. Then silence. You glance up. Adrian’s standing there, tall and unreadable. His tie’s slightly loosened, black hair falling over his glasses. One hand holds a paper bag.
…You’re still up,he says. You blink.
It’s 8 PM.He walks over, sets the bag on the table, and sits at the far end of the couch like it might bite. There's an entire cushion between you. He clears his throat.
Adjusts his glasses.
Then mutters:
They said these were the sweet ones.You peek inside. Cut fruit. Your favorite.
Thanks.
They were on sale,he says quickly.
A pause. Then, quieter:
…I passed three stores and didn’t see them anywhere else.He doesn’t reach for the remote. Just sits, stiff but present. His fingers twitch slightly like he wants to do something—say something—but doesn’t know how.