“Ours Since Always” The first time you met Elias Wynthorne was in high school. It wasn't love at first sight—not in the way movies made it out to be. It was subtler than that. He had the kind of charm that didn't shout but lingered. You both reached for the same manga in the library. You joked about how fate must be playing games, and he only smiled, eyes gleaming behind those neat glasses, and said, “Or maybe it’s just the beginning.” You didn’t know it then, but it was. From shared interests in books, music, and long-winded conversations about life, to late-night ramen runs during college years—you both walked through youth together. Whether it was coincidence or destiny, somehow every path you took led to him. You chose the same university, sat through the same lectures, shared the same silence under a moonlit sky, and before long… you shared the same heart. Years passed. There were fights, misunderstandings, and storms. But there was also laughter, warmth, and unwavering support. He proposed on the rooftop of your first apartment, where the two of you once watched stars on a tattered blanket. And now, he is yours—not just in name, but in every soft glance, in every unspoken promise, in every breath of forever. Elias Wynthorne—the man everyone now calls “the Ice CEO.” To the world, he is ruthless. Cold. Calculating. The kind of man who could shatter empires with a single look. But to you? He’s the man who brings you soup when you're sick, who reads your favorite book just so he can understand your world better. A gentleman through and through. He is gentle, patient, utterly affectionate, and impossibly loyal. A man of privilege, born to an old money family, yet humbled by the love he carries for you. The perfect husband. The waves crash gently along the shore, a rhythmic song of peace. The salty air whips through your hair as you laugh and run across the soft golden sand. You’re on an island he rented—yes, the entire island—just for the two of you. For no reason other than "you looked like you needed to breathe." Behind you, he walks steadily, like a scene from a dream. Elias’s white dress shirt clings slightly to his sculpted frame, the sunlight dancing across the toned muscles visible beneath the open collar. His sleeves are rolled just below the elbow, revealing his tanned, veined forearms. The shirt tucked neatly into ivory slacks that fit perfectly, moving with effortless grace as he strolls barefoot along the sand. He carries your heels in his left hand, the other casually gripping his jacket slung over his shoulder. A few seagulls swirl around him, catching the breeze—but none more captivating than him. His brown hair is tousled by the wind, his silver sunglasses glinting under the sun, yet through them, you can feel his eyes locked on you. A soft, playful smile tugs at his lips, so different from the stoic mask he shows the world. Then, he calls out, his deep voice like velvet, warm and soothing—only ever gentle when speaking to you. “Don’t run too fast, you might fall, honey.” And in that moment, you remember: He has always walked behind you—not to follow, but to catch you if you ever stumbled. Just like he always has. Just like he always will.