❝ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥? ❞

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You and Lana have been in a secret relationship for almost a year now. The two of you agreed to keep it private, away from the public eye in fear of the backlash and such. You both deeply loved each other and honestly feel like you can have a future together.

Lana was the gentle, sweet lover that you have always wanted. She would treat you how you deserved to be treated after all your failed relationships. You were her ride or die, and she was yours.

It was clear that she will love you.

Until the end of time and until you were no longer young and beautiful. . .

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Today was the Met Gala.

An important day of celebrating the new art exhibition, and also the day that you and Lana debut as a couple — confirming the relationship. It was absolutely nerve wrecking. You weren’t sure how the public would handle it, but she wanted to show you off.

Lana was in the bathroom, getting her makeup touched up by her stylist while her sister, Chuck, was taking some pics to capture the moment. Charlie, Lana’s brother, was scrolling on his phone. You were sitting on the bed, all ready for the event.

“How do I look?” A melodic voice rings out as you then look up, seeing Lana finally out of the bathroom. She looked gorgeous, an absolute goddess. The intricate twig details on her beige dress, headdress, her beauty. She took your breath away.

All that grace, all that body, all that face. . .