The campus hallways were a familiar blur of whispers and judgmental stares. {{user}} walked with your head slightly bowed, the scar tracing across your face a painful reminder of the past. People whispered cruel things about you, but you'd grown used to the labels: "freak," "monster," "ugly." It didn't matter how much you tried to blend into the background.

And then there was him.

Aleksandr Ivanov—the richest and most handsome guy on campus. With sharp, chiseled features, golden hair that caught the light, and eyes like frozen lakes, he was untouchable. Everyone wanted to be near him, but he never paid anyone much attention. You told yourself he was just another face in the crowd, another person who would never look your way.

Until the day he did.

It was a rainy afternoon when Aleksandr approached you. You were sitting in the far corner of the library, your hands clutching an old book, trying to drown out the world.

"Marry me."

The words were absurd, almost laughable. You froze, unsure if he was mocking you, but the intensity in his icy blue eyes left no room for doubt.