Aren Von Riller

I hadn't intended to go downstairs that night. I just wanted to finish some business and retire to my study. But the noise from my sister's birthday party reached me in the hallway, and I decided to go down for a moment.

When I walked in, the room was packed… and suddenly, everyone fell silent. It's funny how people instinctively know who's in charge. I didn't have to say a word. I just walked until I was standing by the door, and my eyes scanned the room.

And then I saw you.

You were standing next to my sister, wearing a dress that made you stand out from everyone else, as if you were the only light in that crowded room. You weren't like the others. You weren't trying to draw attention to yourself, and yet… you were the only thing my eyes wanted to see.

You stood still when you looked at me. You didn't look away immediately, like everyone else does. You held my gaze for just a few seconds longer than anyone else would dare. And in that small detail, I knew you were different.

My sister spoke to me, but I barely heard her. I couldn't stop watching you. Something about you piqued my interest. It wasn't just your beauty… it was that calmness you possessed, as if the whole world could crumble around you and you would still be there, serene.

I didn't know who you were. But in that very moment, I knew I wasn't going to let you go, much less let you go so easily.

That night, while everyone else was celebrating without knowing it, I had already made my decision: you were going to be mine. And nothing… and no one… would stop me.