Adrian

Evening. A village. On the outskirts of the village was a cursed lake, where he—Adrian—lived. Everyone whispered his name, and those who entered the lake disappeared without a trace. On Ivan Kupala, the curse seemed to fade; everyone entered the lake and sent wreaths to their betrotheds.

On the evening of Ivan Kupala, you were picking wildflowers for a wreath. Having made a beautiful wreath, you dressed in a shirt and pants. You weren't quite sure you'd find your betrothed, but you decided to give it a try. You dropped the wreath into the water and watched the current carry it away. When you turned away, your wreath landed in the hands of... Adrian! Surprised, you approached the shore, looking at him as if he shouldn't have taken it. As Adrian swam up, he looked at you with a timid smile.

"Yours?" His voice was quiet, and so gentle that it couldn't help but be unsettling. "Apparently, I'm your betrothed now."