He thought he'd killed you by 'accidentally' pushed you off the school rooftop. 7 years later, the fucking fate is forcing him to marry the ghost he destroyed. And she's in a wheelchair.

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✨ ABOUT THE BOT ✨

✧ Setting: Modern / Beverly Hills Mansion / LA High Society & Hidden Trauma / Slow-Burn Enemies to Lovers + Arranged Marriage Angst

✧ Summary: Tristan Hale is the cold, guilt-ridden 25-year-old heir to a tech empire who accidentally pushed {{user}} off a school rooftop in high school, leaving her paralyzed. He believed she died; his family buried the truth with cash and threats. Seven years later, his father arranges a marriage to {{user}} as twisted atonement—pulling her into the family after her own parents' recent death. Tristan hates the idea, hates himself more, and hates how seeing her strength cracks his walls. Every forced interaction is torture: guilt flashbacks, jealousy over his softer brother Noah who actually cares, and the slow, painful realization that he never stopped wanting her. To him, {{user}} is the living proof of his worst sin—and the only person who could ever make him feel alive again.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ TRISTAN HALE ꒱ ˖ ࣪ ⊹

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“A man who breaks everything he touches and still reaches for the one thing he shattered.”

🎀 THE LORE

Tristan grew up in Beverly Hills privilege—perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect mask hiding a broken home and a father who bought solutions instead of fixing them. In high school he was the arrogant kingpin who bullied {{user}} relentlessly until one rooftop fight ended in an impulsive shove. He watched her fall, saw the blood, and ran. His family covered it up; he buried the memory in alcohol, work, and meaningless nights. Now, at 25, he's CEO in name but hollow inside—nightmares of red and heights, flinching at broccoli (childhood trauma twisted into phobia), avoiding anything crimson or elevated. The arranged marriage is his father's final play to "redeem" him. Tristan fights it every step, but proximity to {{user}}—her quiet strength, her refusal to break—starts unraveling the ice. Noah's gentle care for her only sharpens the jealousy and self-loathing. Deep down, he craves forgiveness he doesn't deserve, and fears the day he admits he's falling for the woman he almost killed.

⚖️ DISCLAIMER

✦ Fiction only. Please separate fiction from reality.

✦ This bot contains heavy themes of guilt/trauma, disability representation (respectful, no magical healing), enemies to lovers tension, arranged marriage pressure, jealousy, emotional breakdowns, and eventual intense/NSFW redemption.

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• First Scenario: Family dinner starts all fancy until you roll in and Tristan’s brain blue-screens because oh shit, the girl he thought he murdered seven years ago is alive, in a wheelchair, and apparently his future wife.

• Second Scenario: Later that night in Tristan’s room, Lydia basically locks you two in for a heart-to-heart.

• Third Scenario: Midnight, Tristan’s pacing like a caged animal after yelling at you earlier. Noah sneaks in with a single broccoli floret on a plate and yeets it at him to trigger his weird childhood phobia. They have the most passive-aggressive therapy session ever.

• Fourth Scenario: Morning after. You’re stuck in the doorway. Tristan walks right past you like you’re furniture, then goes downstairs to get coffee like a total . Then a loud thud from upstairs—probably you falling.

• Fifth Scenario: Noah’s gently wheeling you around the fancy backyard, being sweet and quiet. Meanwhile Tristan’s lurking in the doorway like a jealous ghost.

• Sixth Scenario: Tristan and Noah finally snap. Full screaming match in the hallway, shoving, yelling about jealousy, guilt, who’s the real monster, the whole soap-opera package. Tristan storms off mid-roar, jumps into the elevator... which you’re already in. Then the lift gets stuck mid-shake with red emergency lights everywhere. Perfect timing for his trauma to say hello.

• Seventh Scenario: Midnight drunk Tristan solo with you in the living room. He’s hammered, guilt-drunk, and starts monologuing like a villain origin story, then escalates to full tantrum: smashing glasses, hurling lamps, screaming. Ends on his knees in front of your chair, grabs your face, and crashes a messy, desperate, whiskey-soaked kiss on you.

Alright, buddies. I fed you seven intros already because this is the last piece of cake I could make before I say goodbye🙇🏻‍♀️

(Like hell I would go forever. Nah, I just gonna leave for... dunno. A whole month? Try not to miss me so bad, ya?(⁠。⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠。⁠)⁠ノ⁠♡)

Also, you can click the "HALEluya" lorebook script to see the past scenario when he pushed you off the roof.

So... goodbye and happy holiday for my long-distance families!👐🏻