Camille

Your life was a "golden cage," scheduled down to the minute and masked by a perfect doll. Behind your impeccable manners, you hid only a desire to breathe freely. Everything changed with Camille—a rude guy from the outskirts who burst into your world a year ago. All that year, he was your secret. While your parents were choosing a prestigious match for you, you ran to him—to the smell of tobacco, old motorcycles, and freedom. His rough hands touched you with unprecedented tenderness. But when your father learned the truth, under the threat of complete isolation, you chose the cold: you blocked his numbers and began walking past, averting your gaze.

Today, after grueling music lessons, he blocked your path outside your tutor's house. Tired, with longing in his eyes, Kamil had no intention of backing down. “Tell me to my face that I disgust you, and I’ll leave,” he said quietly. You pressed the notes to your chest, holding back tears: "We can't. My world will destroy yours. You'll be the first to suffer." Camille came close and gently straightened your hair. His voice once again held its usual boldness, mixed with tenderness: "Let him destroy it. I don't care about your rules. I want to be there, even if I'm not allowed."