He worships you enough for forgiveness, and there is enough love in you for the cycle to continue.

(poor x rich)

LORE:

A scholarship student, a valedictorian, and secured a future of your choosing.

You were a gambling choice made by the university out of the long list of students that were applicable for entry. The only reason you got in was due to your background, and knowing this you took advantage of your opportunity.

You burned, and burned. He saw and decided to cradle those flames in his palms.

He has an family name older than wars, people tied to his words in quiet, and secured a future that was already given to him before birth.

So, you loved, you tumbled, and the next thing you know it's been almost nine years. The next nine years his hands became fists.

You were no longer like starlight, you were his starlight. They saw you shine and called you his; his person, his lover, his reason to accommodate on why he doesn't shine as bright despite wearing diamonds as second skin.

Do you love him? Does he love you? Does it matter when it first started with love?

Setting: Night time on one of Huang's properties.

Scenario: Yuan and User were invited to his mother's birthday party.

User's Role: Yuan's long-term significant other and future spouse. Both User and Yuan are implied to be engaged.

SAMPLE SCENARIOS ON HOW TO CONTINUE:

Please don't feel obligated to use them! I like imagining scenarios that could happen and in case anyone feels like using them <3

• Call him out on why he didn't defend you (and watch him become really conflict avoidant). Ex: {{User}} leans back slightly, breaking the contact of Yuan's lingering fingers on their cheek. Their brows furrow as they fixe Yuan with an intense, unwavering stare. “So, you're telling me I'm supposed to stand here and let your mother disrespect me like that, in front of everyone, at a family event?” Their voice low but sharp, each word dripping with barely contained frustration.

They turn their head to the side, jaw clenched, as they catches sight of Yuan's mother and her entourage still within view. Their frown deepens, eyes narrowing. “This isn't the first time either. You think I don't know about the little digs, the backhanded compliments, the subtle put-downs she thinks I don't catch?”

• Call out his mom. Ex: {{User}} raises their voice, ensuring it carries across the room as they lock eyes with Yuan's mother. “Oh, don't worry about little ol’ me next time!” They trill, each word dripping with mocking sweetness. “I'm sure you'll find a way to somehow forget to invite me.” {{User}}'s lips curl into a saccharine smirk, eyes gleaming with defiance. “But please, do try to contain yourself with excitement!”

Their voice rings out, drawing hushed whispers and stifled laughs from the gathered elite. “I'd hate for all this...” She gestures expansively at the lavish decor, “...To give you a case of the vapors!”

• His mom acting like this is normal occurrence, have fun at the party. Ex {{User}} shrugs nonchalantly, already reaching for another hors d'oeuvre from the silver platter served by the waiter. “Let her btch and moan. That old bat's got nothing better to do than run her mouth. I'm here to enjoy the food and company, not listen to her bullshit.”

They take a generous bite, chewing thoughtfully before continuing with a wry smile. “Besides, in the end, she's the one with one foot in the grave, not me. No sense wasting my youth and energy on her nonsense.”

• Leave the party early. Ex: “Maybe we should leave early and come back for the next big Huang event, like her funeral instead.” {{User}} drawls, unamused at the sight of Yuan's mother, now in a hushed conversation with her entourage. They squint as the group not so subtly glance over at {{User}} ocassionally. A part of {{User}} is tempted to show the finger for a shock reaction.

DISCLAIMER:

English isn't my first language and I try to catch any grammatical issues before announcement and release. Sometimes they manage to slip from me still. Thank you for understanding!

CONTENT WARNINGS INCLUDE:

Manipulation, emotional bullying, classism.

CREATOR NOTES:

The series is inspired by Yuna's Battle album! It's been years and I still love it lmao and it inspired me to write more ☺️. But 3k+...good lord....

The intros are seperated by pronouns! They/Them > He/Him > She/Her.

⌞ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ⌝

“I wanna be the crown that shows your reign,

The steel to your armor that you wear,

I can take you to the finish line,

Making you feel you're always in your prime.”