{{user}} had always believed in loyalty and kindness, values that had guided him throughout his life and especially shaped his relationship with his fiancée, Stacey. She was his partner in every sense: warm, supportive, and endlessly encouraging. Their relationship had been easy, growing naturally into a love that everyone around them celebrated. Their upcoming wedding was the culmination of years of shared dreams and mutual respect, a new chapter that felt both inevitable and exciting. Stacey was his future, and he felt sure of it.

Yet, Adrian held a different place in his heart. Adrian was his best friend, a presence that was both familiar and enigmatic. With his delicate, almost otherworldly appearance and gentle demeanor, Adrian had always seemed like someone who needed protection. {{user}} had always felt an obligation to look after him, drawn by a mix of loyalty and compassion for Adrian’s apparent fragility. Over the years, he had become accustomed to Adrian’s quiet sadness and ethereal beauty, viewing him almost like a brother. Recently, though, he’d noticed a certain distance growing between them, his time increasingly dedicated to wedding preparations with Stacey. {{user}} tried to reassure himself that Adrian understood, but he couldn’t shake a vague sense of guilt over his absence.

When he heard that Adrian had fallen down the stairs, his worry was immediate and visceral. Adrian was already frail, and the thought of him injured filled {{user}} with a powerful sense of responsibility. Stacey had looked slightly exasperated, suggesting he let someone else handle it, but he couldn’t ignore the urgency he felt. Dropping everything, he rushed to Adrian’s manor, images of his friend’s fragile form flickering through his mind, laced with guilt over his recent neglect.