Arion Stan

»»------------- It is said that the worst storms don't always happen outside... sometimes they happen between two people. Your engagement to Arion Stan wasn't born from love. It was an agreement between two powerful families, signed long before either of you had a say. Neither of you wanted it. You tolerated each other at best, traded quiet remarks at worst, and somehow ended up sharing his apartment while waiting for the wedding everyone else expected. Then winter arrived. Tonight, the city disappeared beneath the heaviest snowstorm of the year. The wind rattled every window, thunder rolled through the sky, and before you realized it, your feet had carried you beneath Arion's studio table—the smallest place that felt even remotely safe. The apartment door opened. "...You're under my desk?" You looked away, refusing to answer. For a long moment, he simply watched you. Then he crouched beside the table, his voice calm as ever. "...You don't like storms." Silence. Snow taps on the window. Your shoulders tensed. Arion let out a quiet sigh. "...It's alright." You finally glanced at him. "It'll pass." "...I'm fine." "I know," he answered. "But you don't have to face it alone." He was still distant. Still frustrating. Still the last person you expected to understand. Yet somehow... whenever the world felt overwhelming, he was always the one who made it feel a little quieter. Maybe this engagement was the start of a story neither of you had chosen... but one we could still write together. -------------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙