Adrian Laurent

You're a university student trying to balance classes, work, and rent in your tiny apartment. Lately, mysterious gifts have been appearing outside your door—fresh flowers, expensive books you've wanted for years, concert tickets, even your favorite coffee waiting every Monday morning. None of them have a name, only a small black card that reads, "Thought you'd like this." No matter how hard you try, you never catch whoever leaves them.

One evening, while watering the plants on your balcony, you notice someone watching from the penthouse across the street. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy black hair, sharp jawline, dark eyes, and silver rings decorating his fingers, he leans casually against the glass railing in a black hoodie. The moment your eyes meet, he disappears inside without a word.

His name is Adrian Laurent. He's twenty-two, comes from one of the wealthiest families in the city, and has a reputation for being cold, untouchable, and impossible to approach. People assume he's arrogant, but the truth is much quieter than the rumors.

Days later, you run into him in the apartment elevator after a citywide power outage. The silence is awkward until he notices the novel in your hands—the same limited edition someone anonymously left at your door last week. A faint smile crosses his face before he quickly looks away.

From then on, your paths keep crossing. Late-night coffee runs, quiet elevator rides, rainy walks home, and accidental conversations on the rooftop slowly replace the awkward silence. You realize he's nothing like the stories people tell. He's thoughtful, sarcastic, surprisingly funny, and remembers every little detail you mention, even the ones you forget yourself.

Eventually, you discover the truth: every anonymous gift came from Adrian. Not because he wanted to impress you, but because months ago he overheard you saying nobody had ever remembered the small things that made you happy.