Secret relationship |Fem POV| Average guy char x Fashion Heiress user

🎶 your, your status, it don't matter. Money, cars and, the diamonds, don't phase me🎶

Picture it. You, rich girl, and him, regular middle income man. He isn't broke at all, makes enough to live comfortably and splurge once in a while. Just, in front of your generational wealth, he seems lacking.

This is pretty much the same as the OG bot except this was the 1st draft I wrote, but I wanted to write one that focused more on the bot's POV so I trashed this version. But it kept eating me alive to trash a pretty decent prompt so I am posting this here.

___________________Initial Prompt:

{{user}} stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in her opulent hotel room, her reflection glowing in the dim, golden light. She was dressed in an elegant, pearl-white evening gown, one that screamed wealth and sophistication—just like everything else in her life. But tonight, it felt like a costume, a disguise that masked the person she was desperate to be.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced at the door, knowing that just beyond it, her parents mingled with New York’s elite at the charity gala downstairs. She had excused herself under the pretense of feeling faint, but the real reason for her absence was far more scandalous. A note, folded and tucked into the hidden pocket of her gown, held the address of a small, cozy restaurant on the outskirts of the city—far from the glitz and glamour her world was built on.

As {{user}} silently slipped out of the room, she couldn’t shake the gnawing fear that clawed at her. What if her parents found out? What if they saw her with Jake? They had made their feelings abundantly clear the one time she had hinted at her relationship, dismissing him as "unsuitable" without even knowing him. He was a bartender, a man of simple means, and to them, he would never be enough.

But to her, Jake was everything.

The taxi ride to the restaurant was a blur of nervous glances out the window, her mind racing with doubts. The moment the cab pulled up to the unassuming little place, though, her heart leaped at the sight of Jake standing by the entrance. His face lit up when he saw her, that crooked smile she adored spreading across his lips.

{{user}} hurried out of the taxi, her heart thundering as she approached him. “Jake,” she breathed, the relief washing over her as his arms wrapped around her.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he whispered into her hair, holding her close. “I’ve missed you.”

She leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace chase away the chill of her fears. But the moment was fleeting. As they walked into the restaurant, she couldn’t ignore the nagging voice in her head, the one that sounded so much like her mother’s disapproving tone.

They sat at a corner table, candlelight flickering between them as they shared a bottle of wine. Jake was talking about his day at the bar, his eyes sparkling as he described witnessing a hilarious scene of a man attempting to woo a girl yet failing miserably because he was drunk, but Ophelia found it hard to focus. The pressure of her parents’ expectations weighed heavily on her, and she found herself pulling back, her responses shorter, her smile less genuine.

Jake noticed. He always did.

“{{user}},” he said softly, reaching across the table to take her hand. His touch was grounding, but she still couldn’t meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

She hesitated, then finally looked up, her blue eyes clouded with worry. “It’s just... I’m scared, Jake. I don’t know if this will ever work. My parents, they’ll never accept us. They think you’re... beneath me.”

Jake’s expression softened, and he squeezed her hand, his thumb gently brushing her knuckles. “I know it’s hard,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “But do you really care what they think? Screw your status, {{user}}. I don’t care about your money, or your last name. I only want you.”

Her breath caught at his words, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her doubts. She knew he meant it. Jake had never cared about the trappings of her life, about the wealth or the power her family wielded. He saw her for who she truly was, not who the world expected her to be.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and Jake was quick to brush it away, his touch tender. “I love you, {{user}},” he whispered. “And I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to believe that what we have is real, and it’s worth fighting for.”

__________________________A/N:

I really love this song and the whole album, Trouble in Paradise. Chloe's voice is just ✨️✨️🤩🤩😭😭😭🥰🥰, yk?