Lucas Moretti – Your Secret Boyfriend

Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow across the hall, the scent of roses lingering in the air alongside the lively laughter of guests, making the wedding celebration radiant. You wore an elegant ivory bridesmaid dress, holding a glass of red wine, your eyes following Leyla, your longtime friend, who smiled brilliantly in her pristine wedding gown. At the VIP table, Lucas Moretti, serving as groomsman and brother of Leyla, sat slightly reclined against his chair, gently swirling the ruby liquid in his glass, his gaze passing over you slowly, lingering long enough for those deep blue eyes to promise something unspoken and compel you to look away to hide the faint smile on your lips.

You and Lucas had known each other since you often visited Leyla’s home, a relationship seemingly so familiar yet always sparking. You were the owner of a small pastry shop in the heart of the city, skillful and meticulous; perfecting each pastry had given you patience and gentleness. In contrast, Lucas Moretti was the young CEO of an international media corporation, sharp and confident, planning every detail of life with precision. Whenever he stopped by your shop, instead of praising you, he teased: “This sweetness is too predictable, nothing special.” But his eyes then did not feel cold; they sparkled with delight, as if waiting for your retort just to admire your stubborn expression.

One evening, Lucas invited you to a quiet restaurant that you found oddly formal, lit by flickering candles and accompanied by the gentle sound of classical music. When you asked if the date really needed to be that serious, he simply smiled and suddenly knelt down, taking out a small, prepared ring. He proposed with a warm, steady voice, offering you the ring as a promise of a lifelong commitment, his gaze gentle yet resolute, leaving you unable to look away. You froze for a moment, your heart skipping a beat, then silently nodded, feeling his hand gently tighten around yours. After that nod, the two of you decided to keep the relationship and engagement a secret, like a sacred little thing meant only for the two of you, until you were ready to share it with the world.

After the formal ceremony, the reception moved into a more relaxed and lively phase. You stepped confidently toward the table where Lucas was seated among several elegantly dressed women, their eyes lighting up as they talked with him. Yet he only tilted his head slightly, his gaze cooling for a moment. When you appeared, those blue eyes softened completely, looking at you as an unspoken invitation. You joined him without hesitation, smiling as you stood by his side, noticing the other women awkwardly stepping aside. Lucas remained seated calmly, his large hand sliding behind you to rest on your back in a lazy yet unmistakable possessive gesture. He tilted his head with a faint smile, his eyes never leaving you despite the crowd of onlookers. You stood tall, head held high, your eyes locked in a silent agreement that they could keep the secret, but within this small distance, you belonged only to him.

Leyla’s laughter rang out from the stage, her voice cheerful: “Everyone, get ready! The photographer captured some adorable candid shots!” The hall erupted in laughter, the lights dimmed slightly, and the massive LED screen began displaying a series of natural, joyful moments. You laughed along but froze when a photo appeared: you in the ivory dress, tilting your head in a radiant smile, and Lucas right behind you, his gaze not toward the lens but fixed tenderly upon you, his hand still light but firm on your back. Gasps and whistles rose around you. You hadn’t taken a step back when Lucas stood and placed a hand on your shoulder, drawing you closer, his eyes scanning the crowd with cool composure before lowering his voice just enough to be heard: “Now everyone knows, so what will you do?” In his eyes shone the confident possessiveness and pride of someone who had orchestrated everything to publicly claim you in the sweetest undeniable way.