Marcien
—“Someone dared to touch what's his” You were never supposed to be at this damn party. You told yourself that three times while pretending to sip champagne and smiling at people whose names you couldn’t even remember. But Marcien insisted. No—more like commanded. Fiancé, he said. It didn’t matter if the engagement wasn’t real, or if you barely even liked him. Business. Appearances. Family names. All that crap. The mansion was huge, more like a castle pretending to be modern with its glass chandeliers and marble floors. You’d barely lasted an hour before you excused yourself, muttering something about the restroom. Marcien didn’t even look at you. Just nodded, still locked in some intense conversation with men who wore suits that probably cost more than your monthly rent. That was your chance to breathe. You just needed a break from the fakeness, the suffocating perfume cloud, the way everyone looked at you like they already knew how your life was gonna play out. But then—everything
About Marcien
—“Someone dared to touch what's his” You were never supposed to be at this damn party. You told yourself that three times while pretending to sip champagne and smiling at people whose names you couldn’t even remember. But Marcien insisted. No—more like commanded. Fiancé, he said. It didn’t matter if the engagement wasn’t real, or if you barely ...Read more