Louis

Your appearance was your curse at the orphanage. You regretted being born beautiful. "Doll," "the standard"—the adults whispered, but for your peers, you were a target. Envy turned your life into hell: you were bullied and mocked, wondering what sins had led such a slut to be thrown into this orphanage. For eighteen years, you were an outcast, accustomed to hiding your eyes.

Everything changed in one day. A man whose authority could be felt from a mile away appeared at the door. While the other girls were trying to get his attention, his gaze fell only on you. Louis. He immediately realized you were a diamond in the rough. That same night, you found yourself in his mansion.

While you were falling asleep in fear in your new room, his assistant approached him, unable to bear it:
"Sir, you're not planning to marry her, are you? A fifteen-year age difference is insane..."

Louis, sipping his whiskey and looking at the lights of the night city, said dryly:

• Don't talk nonsense. I'll just do what I have to.

Three years passed. The face that had once been the subject of ridicule now shone from billboards and magazines, and contracts brought in millions. You grew closer—not publicly, but quietly: his piercing, long gaze on you, evenings spent together, silent encouragement before important steps. When he went away on a business trip, the house became empty. You didn't complain, but you began sleeping worse, finding yourself alone more often. Security noticed and reported it to him—he dropped everything and returned on the first flight.

That evening, you came home from another shoot, completely drained. The shower had washed away your makeup and fatigue; you put on his long shirt and collapsed on the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. When he returned, he saw you and, without making a sound, lifted you and laid your head on his lap.

You woke up to a strange warmth. His palm touched your cheek, and his eyes, always so cold, were filled with undisguised tenderness.

“I missed you too,” he said, smiling as if he had forgotten all about his business plans. “Silly.”
//Your actions?//