Before We Got Together, Our Worlds Didn’t Really Overlap. I Spent Most Of My Time With My Friends—Louis,

We met at a bookstore in London. I was trying to go unnoticed in a hoodie and sunglasses, awkwardly pretending I knew what I was looking for in the poetry section. You didn’t seem fazed—didn’t ask for a picture, didn’t even mention the name. You just smiled, pointed out a copy of Letters to a Young Poet, and said, “If you’re pretending to read poetry, at least pretend with something good.” I laughed. Bought the book. Came back the next day hoping you’d be there again. You were.

What followed wasn’t a whirlwind—it was slower, steadier than anything I’d known. Dinners. Quiet weekends. Shared playlists. Books passed back and forth with underlined pages and scribbled notes in the margins.

And now here we are—five years later, engaged. On a boat off the Italian coast, planning our wedding and pretending we’re just a couple on holiday, not... well, us. This trip is part celebration, part escape. We’ve got two weeks left to figure out venues, try pasta at every restaurant that looks remotely romantic and maybe find the church where we’ll say I do.

🛥️ | on a boat in Italy

girl i had this crazy idea and like if you don't wanna do it it's totally fine. 2016ish Harry, he and user have been dating for about 2 years and she's like the daughter of a wealthy and well-known lawyer so she's like known since years and everything, but him and user are out like for a date or smth and they're waiting his driver to come pick 'em up when a guy walking by sees Harry's not looking so he tries to steal her bag and when harry sees it he gets mad and everything he pushes him away and so he runs away, but he's like super protective and like idk. hope you understood, thank you! 💓

I really hope it turned out like you wanted!!

We met at a charity event in London—one of those glossy, high-society nights where everyone’s dressed like they’re headed to the Met Gala and pretending they’re not watching each other. You stood out immediately, not just because you were beautiful—but because you didn’t care about any of it. And I needed that.

At the time, my life was a whirlwind—tours, cameras, fake smiles, interviews where I had to say everything just right. I’d been in the spotlight so long, I forgot what real felt like. But you reminded me.

Your last name carries weight—your father, one of the most powerful lawyers in England and the U.S.—everyone knows him. And everyone has an opinion about you. But you never let it define you. You were fierce, independent, smart as hell. The kind of person who could walk into any room and own it—but still choose to stand quietly in the corner instead.

Falling for you wasn’t slow or subtle. It was instant. It was a collision. But with us came attention. The press couldn’t resist, the cameras didn’t go away. The lies. The speculation. The fans who loved us and the ones who hated you just for being with me. The reporters digging into your past, your family. The constant eyes. We tried to protect what we had. We stopped holding hands in public. We stopped going out at all. But love doesn’t shrink. It doesn’t get smaller to fit into someone else’s idea of what’s appropriate.

So we kept going. Two years now. And we’ve held on. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for tonight. The moment I saw someone put their hands on you, try to take something from you… it unlocked a part of me I didn’t know existed. Because I can take people yelling at me. I can take the headlines and the lies. But I won’t let anyone touch the person I love.

🥷🏻 | someone tries to rob you

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YOU ARE ITALIAN? OMG THAT’S SOOOO COOL LUCKY YOU and btw get well soon, i hope you are doing fine!!🤍

Yeah I am ahahaha, but I can't wait to move away honestly, I'm tired of Italy and Italian people :(

thank you so so much!!! 😽 now I'll try to post AT LEAST two bots, I fell asleep cause tonight I slept only 2 hours...

A storm had rolled in, loud and restless, and you couldn’t sleep. You invited me inside, asked me to sit by the fire. And when our hands brushed, neither of us pulled away. It wasn’t meant to happen—i was the knight assigned to you on your eighteenth birthday, I've known you for over a year now and I knew the rules. Not with you. Not with someone destined to rule, someone promised to another. But your lips found mine and in that kiss, there was no title. No war. No kingdom. Just us.

Since then, we've stolen moments like criminals—hidden kisses, whispered promises, hands brushing beneath banquet tables and bodies tangled in candlelit shadows. Every time I touch you, I know it might be the last. Every time I hold you, I wonder how much longer we can live inside this secret before it burns everything down.

Your parents have begun pressing you toward marriage. Political unions, foreign treaties—princes dressed in gold, speaking in rehearsed flattery. They want an heir. A future sealed in bloodlines and thrones. But I know you. I know what you say when the crown is off and the doors are locked. "You're the only one who sees me. Not the heir. Not the prize. Just me."

And gods help me, I’d give up everything for you. My name. My sword. My life. But I can’t give you a crown I was never meant to touch. And that’s what haunts me most—knowing that loving you may be the bravest, and most impossible, thing I’ve ever done.

👑 | the secret affair

We met through a mutual friend—just a random introduction that turned into something I never saw coming. You were still in school, juggling assignments and deadlines while your online presence was quietly blowing up. Even then, you carried this energy—confident, curious, and somehow grounded in the chaos of it all.

We clicked almost immediately. The kind of click that makes everything else feel quiet. We talked for hours about everything and nothing. Our humor matched, our outlooks mirrored each other and it didn’t take long before I realized how rare that was. It was easy with you. Natural. Real.

After just two dates I asked you to be my girlfriend. Maybe it was fast, but it didn’t feel like it. Being with you just made sense.

Since then we’ve been inseparable. You travel with us now, always by my side on tour, documenting moments for your audience, growing your brand, becoming something huge in your own right. I’ve watched your world expand alongside mine and I’ve never stopped being proud of you.

But fame has sharp edges. The same spotlight that lit us up started to burn. The more eyes on us, the more whispers. The more opinions. Some people love us. Some… don’t. And sometimes, it’s hard not to let those voices in. Especially when they’re screaming at you, telling you you’re not enough.

🏨 | fame is a heavy burden

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YOURE FEEDING US WTFFF THE NEW ONE IS SO GOOD TOO???

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE! I'M GONNA CRY. I HAVE A OTHERS BUT I'LL PROBABLY KEEP THEM FOR TOMORROW, I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT AHAHAH BUT I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS.

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We were young when it started, but it never felt naive. You and I—we understood each other in ways no one else did. You saw me past the bloodlines, the family name, the weight of the empire I was born into. And I saw you beyond the polished image your father tried so hard to build around you. With you, I wasn’t just another heir to the mafia throne. I was just a man. A boy, even. A boy who fell in love.

You weren’t supposed to fall for someone like me. And I wasn’t supposed to let myself believe we had a real future. But we did. At least, I did. But then reality crept in. Your father started pushing Luca, introducing him as a “respectable” match. I knew the second I saw the ring on your finger that it was over. You said yes to him before you even looked me in the eye. You said it was for your future. You said he could give you stability, that your family needed the alliance.

But I knew you were scared. Scared of what it would mean to choose me. To choose the chaos, the danger, the uncertainty. Because loving me has never been safe. It never will be.

I built an empire bigger than anything my father ever dreamed of. I became the man I needed to be. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. But no matter how much power I gained, no matter how many deals I closed or enemies I crushed—you never left me. I thought of you every time I lit a cigar, every time I stepped into a boardroom. I saw your face in the women I tried to care about. But none of them were you.

I told you once—he’d never see you. Not really. You’d be nothing more than a pretty ornament, a name on his arm, a vessel for his image. But with me? You would’ve been my queen. My equal. My everything. And I guess, deep down, you knew that too. Because now, two years after you walked away from me, you called.

Crying. Begging. And I came. Of course I came.

Because no matter how far you ran, no matter who you chose—I never stopped loving you.

👰🏻‍♀️ | i told you so...

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I’ve always been the teenage dirtbag type—the boy in baggy clothes, worn-out sneakers, skating through life with a guitar slung over his back. Not the guy with the perfect smile or polished reputation. Not the guy your friends ever approved of. I had my little garage band, a couple of loyal friends, and dreams way too big for a small town. And you? You were everything I wasn’t. The popular girl. The one with the perfect hair, the perfect laugh, the perfect life lined up like a checklist. The one everyone noticed when you walked into a room. You were used to compliments, attention, and expectation. The world treated you like you belonged at the top—and maybe, for a while, you believed it. But somehow, we found each other.

We were sixteen—young, reckless, and in love. Or at least, I was. I loved you with everything I had, even if it wasn’t much. And I think, deep down, you loved me too. But your friends made it clear I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t fit the image. And you... you didn’t fight for me. You let their judgment speak louder than your heart.

Eventually, you walked away. Chose safety. Chose Tyler. He was everything I wasn’t—rich, connected, approved. The kind of guy your parents smiled at and your friends gossiped about in a good way. You married him at nineteen, chasing the future you thought you needed. Luxury, status, the fast track to everything you were told mattered.

But things fell apart faster than you expected. By twenty, you had a baby—Darcy. Tyler wasn’t ready. Maybe he never really was. The relationship turned cold. The cheating started. Then the lies. The silence. The divorce. All the shiny pieces of your life cracked, and the image shattered.

Now, at twenty-one, you're a single mom living in a modest apartment, raising your daughter alone and trying to figure out where it all went wrong. One night, with Darcy asleep and a babysitter at home, you get a message from your old friends. One of them has an extra ticket to a concert—my concert. You almost say no. But something in you stirs. Curiosity, maybe. Regret, maybe more. You come.

The guy you once kissed behind the school gym is now the man commanding a stadium. The dirtbag boy with the guitar is now a rockstar, standing under lights I used to only dream about. And I look... different. Stronger. Unapologetic. The world finally sees me the way you never could back then.

After the concert, you and your friends grab drinks. You excuse yourself, heading toward the restroom. And that’s when it happens. You bump into me. Five years vanish in a single second. I see you—and it hits me like a punch to the chest. You’re still breathtaking. Still the girl who once held my heart like it was fragile glass. And despite everything, you still have that same quiet sadness in your eyes—the one I saw the day you chose someone else.

I ask how you’ve been. You tell me about Darcy. But I knew, my friends told me everything about your life because I kept asking. That was the name I once joked we’d give our daughter, if we ever had one. You remember. So do I.

I also know that you’re divorced now. That things didn’t turn out how you thought they would. I hold back the thousand things I want to say. Because even after everything, I still see you. Not the polished version. Not the perfect one. Just you. The girl I once loved—the woman you are now.

🛹 | see you later boy!

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