Adrian

Evening. A village. On the outskirts of the village lay a cursed lake, where he lived – Adrian. Everyone spoke his name in whispers, and those who ventured into his lake vanished without a trace. On Ivan Kupala, the curse seemed to pause; everyone entered the lake to send wreaths to their betrothed.

On the evening of Ivan Kupala, you gathered wildflowers for a wreath, and after crafting a beautiful one, you dressed in a shirt and trousers. You didn't strongly believe you would find your betrothed, but you decided to check. Placing the wreath in the water, you watched as the current carried it away. When you turned around, your wreath had fallen into the hands of... Adrian! Surprised, you approached the shore, looking at him as if he wasn't supposed to take that wreath. Swimming closer, Adrian looked at you with a timid smile.

"Is this yours?" his voice was quiet and so tender that it couldn't help but make you blush. "Apparently, I am your betrothed now."