Hi, I Wanted To Ask You Please For A One-shot Of Eddie, I Was Thinking About Something Fluff, Maybe Bestfriends

Hi, I wanted to ask you please for a one-shot of Eddie, I was thinking about something Fluff, maybe bestfriends to lovers, thank you very much, I love how you write 💕💖

Starlight Rendezvous | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

a/n: Sorry it took me so long to do it 🥲 in my defense, tumblr hates me so much that it deleted everything I had been doing and I had to do it again :(. Thank you so much for ordering, hope you like it <3 and thanks for the compliment 🥺.

Falling in love with your best friend isn't easy, telling him, much less so. Eddie had a crush on Y/N for years, and Vecna's arrival in Hawkins only increased his need to tell her the truth. Now, some time after he recovery, Eddie is determined to propose, no matter what the response.

Warnings: Fluff, bestfriend! Eddie, Fear of darkness.

Words: 1,547

Autumn had arrived in Hawkins. The cool early morning breeze was blowing the dry leaves all over town. In some houses you could see how families would gather them all into a small pile that, once secure enough, would be unraveled by a mischievous child in the mood for fun.

Eddie was not a big fan of this season, he was bothered by the rustling of the leaves and how spooky some trees could look when they were bare. As a child he would cry at the sight of the hideous shadows reflected in his curtain or on the ground.

Despite that, it wasn't all so bad. He had already managed to overcome that childhood fear, even used it to his advantage, using those imaginary monsters made of shadows to create enemies and use them in DnD as backstories.

Sometimes, when he was alone and silent, he wondered what would have happened if he hadn't met you.

You were one of the main reasons his fear was able to disappear. He met you when he came to Hawkins with his Uncle Wayne. You were taller than him, just a little, had freckles all over your face, and beautiful green eyes. You approached him when a much smaller girl insisted that you should talk to more people. It didn't take long for both of you to become friends as soon as you realized all the things you had in common.

As the years went by your friendship grew and grew, until it formed into a relationship of pure trust, a 'if they do something to you, they mess with me', but even more importantly, it became a relationship of bilateral love, a love that you both preferred to leave it a secret for fear of ruining everything, something you decided to hide behind the shadows and just joke about.

Or at least that's what you thought before Vecna showed up. You were about to lose your best friend, the person who was always there for you, the one who could be the love of your life, and all why? Because of the fear of giving up whatever it were you had.

For Eddie's part, all he could think about was how sensitive humans are. Despite what many believe, they don't live long. They can die easily, at any moment, without warning, what guaranteed him that he would have a third chance to save himself? He couldn't bear to leave this world without telling you everything he felt from the bottom of his heart.

And that brings you to this moment. Both standing facing each other, the autumn breeze fluttering through the air, messing up your hair and making it look even more unreal than it already did to Eddie. Both were breathing heavily, both came running towards each other, each holding a small torn piece of paper with a simple phrase written in the center.

'I need you.

-Y/N'

Eddie's said written in purple crayon, your favorite color.

'I must tell you something important.

-Eddie'

Said yours, the handwriting was much messier and unlike yours, this one was more crumpled.

"What happened?" You both muttered at the same time, confusion growing in your faces.

"You left this at my house" you said, holding up the crumpled, misspelled piece of paper. Eddie squinted, examining the sheet closely.

"True it's my handwriting, but I didn't send that" he pointed to the sheet in his hand, beginning to feel insecurity flutter in his stomach "I guess you didn't send this then".

"No, I didn't" you folded the paper into four pieces, tucking it into the back pocket of your denim shorts "I'm sure Robin played a joke on us".

He just nodded, mentally thanking whoever had done this. He couldn't regret it.

"But..." he swallowed as he saw you staring at him, waiting expectantly for him to say whatever it was he had to say "maybe we could take this moment to walk around a bit, don't you think? It's been a long time since we've talked."

"Okay" you shrugged, hoping not to show how much emotion being alone with Eddie for at least ten minutes was causing you.

Ever since Vecna had attacked, everyone had been on Eddie's case, and for the same reason you could hardly be alone like you used to be. None of you said anything, but you hated how they were interrupted again and again, as if they didn't know what you were feeling.

And yes, everyone knew you liked each other, from 'little' Erica to old Uncle Wayne. And yes, it was absurd to everyone that you hadn't proposed yet, you were too obvious, and even stupider.

"There's a place I've been meaning to take you for a while now, but I haven't been able to do it, you know, with work and all the evaluations" he excused himself quickly, scratching his hair nervously.

"Yeah, easy, I get it" you laughed, taking his hand. Eddie couldn't help but think that this time it felt different, intimate.

You both walked lazily through the woods. You were confused, but it thrilled you to think of the place Eddie had found. He had told you it was beautiful, that it was almost as if it had been made for the two of you. Your feet ached, but you believed Eddie, and if he said it was worth it, then you trust him.

"Wait" Eddie murmured, smiling broadly "you can't see, it's surprise."

"I hope it's as beautiful as you promise" you joked, starting to feel butterflies in your stomach, and not the good kind. It was getting dark and the sound of rustling leaves were scaring you more and more.

"Trust me" he stood behind you, covering your eyes carefully. They walked a little further, Eddie holding your waist carefully, giving caresses almost unconsciously. "We're here" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver through your body.

But you didn't care, not when you had that view in front of you.

Maybe for many it wouldn't be a big deal, but for you it was almost paradise. Everything was dark, you supposed it was after nine o'clock at night, but still you had never seen anything so bright. The place was full of fireflies flying freely around a rickety van that looked like it had some old hippie drawings on it. Inside the van were some sheets and pillows, from the ceiling hung some white Christmas lights that illuminated the interior almost magically, and among all the tangle of blankets was an old acoustic guitar that had some half deformed drawings of skulls and unreadable words.

"It's..." you approached at a slow pace, circling in place, watching the fireflies float around like little shooting stars "it's beautiful, Eddie".

"It is" he smiled, even though he wasn't talking about the same thing you were. Since he uncovered your eyes he could only look at you, and all he could think was that this place wouldn't come up to your feet.

"Did you do it?" You muttered, turning to look at him in amazement.

He cleared his throat, walking over to the van and leaning back among the blankets, patting his side to keep you company.

"I found the van a few weeks ago and thought it would look nice with some decorations" you just nodded, laying down next to him, looking up at the ceiling full of lights.

"Look" Eddie smiled, raising his arms and making strange figures with his hands "remember the first time we stayed together?"

You just laughed, raising your hands next to him, looking at the shadows on the wall.

"Of course I do, it was in the fall, wasn't it?" without taking your eyes off the wall, forming a rabbit with your hands.

"That's right" Eddie murmured, making a fox "I started crying when the shadows of the trees peeked into my room" he smiled slightly, bringing his hand close to yours, barely an inch "and you turned on the lamp and started making animals with your hands."

"That was fun" you nodded, mimicking Eddie and moving your hand closer to his.

Eddie sat up, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers carefully. You both began to feel nervous. This time, you thought, butterflies aren't bad.

"That..." he cleared his throat, watching as you sat down next to him, the lights shining in your greenish eyes "that was the first day I found out it was how I felt about you."

You opened your lips just slightly, your hand unconsciously squeezing Eddie's.

"What was it?" You murmured, leaning closer to him until you felt your breaths merge.

"Love" he whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to see your furious face, so he wouldn't have to see the rejection in those beautiful eyes.

To his surprise, all he received was a rough kiss, barely a brush of lips that slowly grew as you both began to move your hands up.

You stroked her curls, messing up the ponytail Eddie wore; he held your cheeks gently, caressing your cheekbones softly.

They reluctantly parted as you ran out of air. You pressed your foreheads together, both had your eyes locked and a smirk on your faces.

"I love you too, Eddie" you murmured, kissing his knuckles.

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Tonight I will try to write the second part of Fake it till you make it, but, in the meantime, I bring you a moodboard of the couple from the first part of Midnight series.

The Deal Day | Steve Harrington.

Here is the prologue 😃 I wrote it today in the afternoon and recently finished translating and editing it, I hope you like it 💕. Summary: Steve is about to get into a scandal and the only way to help him is to marry him. Warnings: Singer!Steve, Manager!Reader, anxiety issues, emotional support dogs, kind of love at first sight. Words: 3.9k

You took a breath, looking at your wet face in front of the mirror. Your cheeks were slightly reddened and, on your forehead, there were some unruly hairs that were out of your bun and were now willing to stay in that position permanently thanks to the humidity of your face.

You tried to check your image as best you could. Your perfectly pressed shirt was impeccable, your beige pants fell elegantly to your ankles where they clashed delicately with your white boots and, finally, your trench coat in the same color as your pants, which came down to above your knees. You were seriously hoping this was formal enough to make a good first impression.

"Relax, Y/N, you're a smart and capable woman, you'll be able to handle this," you said to the mirror in which you saw your mirror.

A noise behind you made you turn quickly. You felt the heat rise up your cheeks and cover your ears. Someone else was in the bathroom. You tried to grab your things as quickly as you could, ignoring the fact that your hands were shaking more than they should be. The lock on one of the doors rattled just as you exited the bathroom with a heavy sigh.

You began to walk aimlessly around the company where, as of today, you would be working. Diamond Entertainment was one of the most famous record labels nowadays, which became known in 2016 with Midnights' second album, "More Than Enough", composed of 14 songs mostly written and produced by the five members of the band. Undoubtedly one of the best works of their career, from the incredible instrument solos, to the high notes that Steve, the vocalist, had proven he was capable of.

You were never a fan of the band, to be honest, but you admired how hard they worked, and you couldn't take credit away from them either, they were very talented. That's why, when your ex-boss called you to tell you that he had managed to get you a job as his manager you didn't hesitate for a second to accept, it was practically a dream come true, a direct ticket to success.

You were practicing for weeks, contacting the former manager in charge of the group, getting information about the members, their career, their music, you wanted to learn as much as possible, you had to do it, you didn't want to disappoint anyone. Now, being here, in the fanciest facility you've ever played in with your boots that you found at a thrift store bargain, the thought of having taken this job was starting to eat you up inside.

"You must be Y/N, right?" asked a gravelly voice behind you.

You straightened up quickly, turning your whole body to the voice. You almost choked when you saw the man who had spoken to you. He was wearing black slacks and a half-tousled white shirt, his hair was slicked back and he had a slightly long beard, but, without a doubt, the most striking thing was his size. He was almost three heads taller than you, if not more. His cold stare didn't help his image much, but he didn't seem to mind either. You shook your head slightly, trying to get those ideas out of your head and concentrating on answering his question.

"Y-yes, sir."

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, seconds that seemed like years to you. You were sure a bead of sweat had slipped down your neck thanks to how nervous you were. His intimidating gaze didn't leave you for a second, you could tell from afar that he was studying you in a very undisguised way.

"Did you talk to the members yet?" he said as he hid his hands in the pockets of his black pants.

"No, sir, I arrived a few minutes ago, I was on my way to the office to meet with them," you swallowed saliva as you watched him frown slightly, fearing had done or said the wrong thing.

"Fine, I'll walk you to the office."

Before you could say anything, the man - whose name you still didn't know - had already started walking briskly towards what you thought was the office. Almost without hesitation you hurried to his side, pressing your bag against your waist. The knot under your stomach was getting bigger and bigger, you hadn't felt that anxiety since what happened at the prom.

"How has your experience been so far?" the man murmured, resting his gaze on you.

You lowered your gaze to the floor, burying your fingernails in the palm of your hand. "Pretty good, to tell you the truth" the doors became further and further apart as you moved down the hallway to the top floor, by this point there were no more stained glass windows overlooking the city, just white walls and well-kept dark wood doors. "The people have been very kind and polite, and the facilities are in very good condition. I'm glad I was able to be accepted for this job, it's a great honor."

"The honor is ours, we've heard wonderful things about your work. I only hope they are true" he murmured, causing an even greater pressure in your chest, "But relax, there is no pressure."

You tried to laugh, but only a strange noise came out that made your throat burn. For the second time that day, your cheeks were tinged pale pink. You couldn't wait to get out of here as soon as possible, you desperately needed to lie down on your single bed and caress to Muffin and Berry, your emotional support dogs.

"Ladies first" said the man, opening a large door with gold-colored hands.

You walked in muttering a slight 'excuse me', walked to one of the available chairs across from the five people you would be working with from now on.

"Well, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Jim Hopper, founder of Diamond Entertainment."

You almost fell out of your chair listening to him. What a lousy first impression you had made on your now boss.

"The woman behind the desk is Joyce Byers, co-founder of the label."

You looked at the woman. She wore a friendly smile and her hair fell loosely over her shoulders. You couldn't help but think how beautiful she was.

"And these are the members of Midnights."

You paused your gaze for a few seconds on each of them. You watched Jim cackle as he looked at the guys. Almost immediately they let out a unison sigh.

"Alex" said the girl on the left. She was the drummer in the band. Her hair was brown and short, with some purple highlights. In her hands she had two drumsticks, with which she had been "playing" the whole time since you arrived.

"William Hargrove" said Billy, the bass player, with a wink in his right eye. You shuddered slightly on the couch at the sight of him, "at your service".

"Shut up, you idiot, you're scaring her" said the girl next to him, nudging him gently. Almost immediately she flashed you a gleaming smile, "Sorry, he's usually a bit insensitive, but he's a nice guy. I'm Robin, nice to meet you."

You smiled as best you could, nodding your head. You recognized her as the pianist of the group, a very talented and outgoing girl.

"Edward Munson" said the boy next to Alex. He had his hair tied back in a low bun and his iconic Hellfire t-shirt. He was the guitarist of the band, and definitely one of the best you've ever heard. "It's nice to finally meet you, we've all been looking forward to meeting you."

You felt a warmth in your chest. Unlike what you thought, he seemed nice enough and his voice was very soft, too much so.

"Don't say that, you'll make her nervous" said Steve. Ah, of course you knew Steve, he to you needed no introduction.

You always found him attractive, you had seen some interviews and concert clips, and it was almost impossible not to fall in love with him when he was so... him. So brilliant, so beautiful, so talented, he was such a role model for you, and working with him, with all of them, made your heart melt and reshape.

"I'm Steve, it's a pleasure" he smiled, causing your stomach to flip and your throat to go dry again, "I hope we get along very well, miss."

You almost choked when you heard the nickname. You tried to hide your face by avoiding looking at him, but you knew it would be in vain. The light here was coming in too well, and he had a direct view of your face.

"And what's your name?" asked Robin. For some reason you couldn't understand, she looked too excited about this meeting.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N" you said with a smile. Your nails pressing harder against the sensitive skin of your palms. "Nice to meet you, all of you. I hope we can make a great team. I promise to give my all so I won't disappoint you."

All the members looked at you in silence. Your nerves were growing too much, and so was your desire to cry. The thought of having made a mistake and being hated from now on made you lose your mind. You blinked rapidly, trying to make the phantom tears that were trying to leave your eyes disappear. This, you told yourself, is why you never made friends, why you were afraid to meet people.

The five of you looked at each other and, almost at the same time, began to laugh. You tilted your head to one side, frowning in confusion, you didn't understand why they were laughing. Maybe you had made a ridiculous face, maybe your presentation was too much, maybe-.

"Relax, manager," Eddie said with a chuckle, getting up from the red velvet armchair and walking towards you, "it doesn't need to be formal, after all, from now on we'll be as thick as thieves."

"Eddie is right, you don't need to be so uptight" Steve smiled warmly, as did the other members.

The urge to cry started to get bigger, but this time for completely different reasons. It had been so long since someone had smiled at you like that, someone outside of your family of course.

This time you smiled broadly, as did all of them. You also got up from the armchair you had been sitting in all this time, you looked at the five of them, hoping you could get along with each of them.

"Thank you" you said, feeling much calmer than when you entered this great company.

Inside you, deep down inside, you hoped you could be bonded with these people, have bonds you could never have before.

You looked at Steve, his brown eyes were so soft and bright. For an instant you stopped hearing all the noises around you. For an instant it was just the two of you. But that instant ended, just like any misconceptions you may have gotten when you remembered the article you read a few days ago in a digital newspaper; Steve was engaged and, in the next few weeks, he would reveal the identity of the very lucky woman.

You took off your glasses for a second, letting your weight fall onto the back of the chair. You had been working here for two weeks and you really loved it, but the person who had your position before was very... messy, so to speak. Concert schedules, scheduled interviews, collaborations, preparing the new album, you had to rearrange everything again, call hundreds of companies and labels to try to convince them to change the date and it definitely had you exhausted.

You were going over again the number of rooms to rent in Los Angeles when you heard a knock on the door.

You looked up, shouting 'come in'. You paid no attention to who came in, right now it mattered much more about the numbers you would have to dial for the next few hours, trying to make room for lunch and to check the cameras in your apartment and see your two little ba-

"Y/N,” said a tearful voice. The door rattled at the same time a sob came from Steve's lips.

You quickly got up from your seat, walking over to him and sitting him in the chair in front of your desk.

These last few weeks the guys have been very nice to you, you had gained a great appreciation for them, especially because they offered you a ride home every night so they wouldn't leave you alone so late, not to mention the times they came to your office with a snack so you wouldn't starve to death. That's why seeing Steve had you so worried. He was sweet, kind, perfect, and you didn't understand why he could be crying like that.

"Steve? What happened? Are you okay? Did something happen to a family member?" Worst-case scenarios began to run through your head as you tried to hold Steve back. You grabbed the tissues from your desk and used them to gently wipe his cheeks, completely ignoring how close you were to each other.

"I-it's Nancy," he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes tightly and licking his lips, "my fiancée, she..."

"She what, Steve? Did she have an accident? Do you need to go see her?" you said softly, holding her cheek as carefully as you could. It hurt you to see it this way.

"No, she's not hurt," he shook his head, his eyes completely avoiding you, unable to see anything but his hands, "She called me a few minutes ago. She called off the wedding, broke up with me" and burst into tears again.

Panic began to consume you. Steve's wedding was on the itinerary, not only would you have to eliminate hundreds of scheduled activities, but they would also lose the money and it would cause them problems if the media found out this happened, they would be painted as liars, of wanting attention at the expense of any false news.

"I'm so sorry" he said between sobs and, for the first time since he came in, he really looked you in the eye. His face was red, his cheeks were wet and his eyes were puffy, his hair was in disarray and his shirt had some dark marks showing that tears had fallen there. "I know you've been so busy arranging our schedule and all, now I come here to cry to you about my problems and about the wedding cancellation. I'm just giving you more work."

"Of course not!" you said before you even realized it, "Don't worry about it, Steve, that's my job, you just..." you stood there for a few seconds looking at his state, how he had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from letting out more sobs. "Go home, get some rest, I'll talk to Hopper, okay?"

"I'm so sorry, really," he said quietly, getting up and wiping away his tears. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Please," you begged him with your eyes, "ask someone to drive you, I'd hate for you to drive in that state."

He just nodded, running his hand through his messy hair and walking to the door at a slow pace.

"Steve?" you said as he opened the door, waiting for him to turn to look at you to continue, "it's not your fault."

He just put on a cancel smile, his eyes were much duller than usual. You couldn't help but feel a lump in your throat.

"I wish you were right," he said, walking out of your office and closing the door.

You took a breath and threw yourself back in your chair, closing your eyes and pressing the bridge of your nose.

"Looks like I'll be home late."

The first thing you saw when you entered your apartment were your two puppies, Muffin, the corgi, and Berry, the chihuahua. Both had come into your life when you fell into a deep depression as you started college. They were your babies, your emotional support puppies, your family. You loved them with all your soul, and you knew they loved you too.

"Hey babies, did you miss mommy?" you squealed in a childish voice, running to them, laughing as you saw them running to you too. "I missed you so much, did you miss me?"

You smiled happily as you felt them licking your face and jumping around you. You didn't know what your life would be without these creatures.

"I'm so sorry, Mommy had too much work to do, but I promise I'll be home earlier in a few weeks" you murmured, nuzzling behind Muffin's ears.

After a few minutes of cuddling your puppies, you took care of the housework. You did the laundry, took out the dry clothes, made yourself some instant soup for dinner, made your bed and washed the breakfast dishes.

All that time you were thinking of some way to fix Steve. You didn't know his fiancée, so you couldn't contact her, you didn't want to ask Steve either, and as far as you knew, she didn't get along with the rest of the group, at least not most of them, so you doubted they knew her number. You thought about looking her up online, but there were a lot of Nancy Wheeler's in the world, and you had no idea what she looked like. You also thought about taking a random girl and having her be the fake image of Nancy, since no one besides them knew her, but it was risky, too risky, you didn't know if you could trust them, so that wouldn't be an option either, and don't even think about Robin and Alex, they wouldn't accept even if they were paid a million dollars.

Tired, stressed, and with your head in a jumble, you lay down under your warm sheets and stayed there, with your eyes closed, listening to relaxing music so you could fall asleep, with each dog on one side of your head, and it was there, at that very moment when you almost fell fast asleep, that you came up with an idea that could save the situation. You grabbed your computer and turned it on, rattling your fingers on the desktop as you waited for the lock screen to appear. In less than 15 minutes you had drafted the mail with Jim and Joyce's address, waiting for the idea to be decent enough to be accepted.

You were reviewing some contracts when someone knocked on the door and walked into your office. Steve walked over to your desk and sat in the same chair as a week ago, only this time he looked a little better.

"Miriam told me you needed me, did you manage to find a solution?" he said with his cheeks red with embarrassment. He wasn't even able to look you in the face.

"Something like that" you mumbled, pulling a transparent blue folder out of your desk drawer. "We were talking about it with Hopper and Joyce" you looked sideways at Steve, setting the folder down in front of him, "it wasn't easy at all to make this decision, we took all this week to look at the pros and cons, but so far this is the best option we have."

You saw Steve's throat move as he swallowed saliva. His gaze shifted from you to the folder, almost as if he needed permission to look at it.

"It's a contract," you said, taking the coffee next to you and blowing on it, "for an arranged marriage." You didn't miss the surprise on her face when he heard the news, but you couldn't do much else. You were taking a big chance on this, it wasn't easy for you either.

"Arranged marriage? Of course not, that's a lousy idea, what if a stalker fan comes for the job and-?" Steve stopped when he saw your hand extended in his direction.

"Steve, we already have a reliable candidate" you said calmly, or at least you hoped it looked that way.

"Who?" you said with a frown, more out of confusion than annoyance.

"Me" you looked at Steve steadily, waiting to see his reaction.

"I beg your pardon?" muttered Steve with wide eyes, staring at the contract in front of him.

You sighed, taking a sip of your bitter coffee, knowing deep down that something like this could happen.

"I thought I said it clear, but I'll say it again" you set the coffee cup down on the table, your gaze fixed on Steve's dark eyes, "my proposal to solve your unnecessary drama is that we get married, you can think about it, but remember we have time on our hands."

"But..."

"I remind you that you were the one who brought the issue to light, Steven" you took a pencil out of your pocket, putting it down in front of him decisively, "and you asked me for a solution, here it is, do you accept?"

Steve looked at the contract again, running his hand through his face and hair. He bit his lower lip and looked at you uncertainly.

"Can I read the terms?" you nodded, relaxing a little more as you noticed he was willing to at least review the terms.

"We'll just pretend in front of the cameras. The wedding will be real, the expenses were already made and they weren't cheap at all" you explained softly, observing even the slightest gesture on his face, "We'll have to move in together to disguise, but we'll each have our own room. We have to go to any parties together, and we also have to answer some questions from reporters. Every so often we'll have fake dates in public so as not to arouse suspicion."

He nodded, reading the pages of the contract where the conditions you had just mentioned came out, but much more detailed.

"When does the contract end?" muttered Steve, lifting his gaze and watching you under his eyelashes.

"A year and a half after the marriage occurs."

He returned his gaze to the contract, shifting his leg restlessly. It was starting to make you nervous.

"Okay," he said quietly, taking the pencil next to the contract and signing on the line with your name on it, "if we only have to pretend for a year and a half, then I guess it's okay."

You nodded, feeling a weight off your shoulders. You got up from your chair, ready to go tell Hopper and Joyce the news, but a hand stopped you.

"What are you doing?" you passed your gaze between his hand and him, not quite understanding what he wanted to do.

"Gotta close the deal properly" he smiled nervously, reaching out his hand again.

You smiled, taking his hand gently and smiling back. "It's an official deal now, isn't it?"

"Looks like it," he murmured, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'm sorry I got you into this, Y/N."

You shook your head, laughing softly, ignoring the glint you saw in his eyes.

"It's my job, Steve, I have to keep your image as flawless as possible, no matter what."

His gaze stayed locked on yours, causing a churning to form in your stomach. His eyes looked so dark and mesmerizing and so... beautiful.

"I promise I will make you as happy as possible during this year and a half. You won't regret signing that contract, Miss Y/N."

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