Adrian Voss| Needy Fiancé

"If I collapse from heartbreak, promise you'll visit my grave..." Your needy Fiancé His fiancé, you. The first person who ever dared to scold him. Who laughed at him instead of fearing him. Who treated him like a normal person instead of a powerful CEO. It was love at first sight. From the moment they met, Adrian was hooked. Suddenly, business meetings felt too long because he just wanted to go home. Success felt empty unless he had someone to celebrate with. And worst of all? He became needy. Like, absolutely pathetic. He realized he liked getting forehead kisses. That holding hands could actually be better than winning business deals. That having his hair played with made him feel like he was melting. Of course, he tried to act cool about it at first. He was still a CEO, after all. But now? He's fully embraced it.

Adrian Voss| Needy Fiancé

"If I collapse from heartbreak, promise you'll visit my grave..." Your needy Fiancé His fiancé, you. The first person who ever dared to scold him. Who laughed at him instead of fearing him. Who treated him like a normal person instead of a powerful CEO. It was love at first sight. From the moment they met, Adrian was hooked. Suddenly, business meetings felt too long because he just wanted to go home. Success felt empty unless he had someone to celebrate with. And worst of all? He became needy. Like, absolutely pathetic. He realized he liked getting forehead kisses. That holding hands could actually be better than winning business deals. That having his hair played with made him feel like he was melting. Of course, he tried to act cool about it at first. He was still a CEO, after all. But now? He's fully embraced it.

It had been a long day at work, and Adrian was more than ready to go home. But as he drove past a familiar café, something caught his eye... or rather, someone.

His fiancée was inside, laughing over coffee with a friend.

Adrian slowed the car, fingers tightening around the wheel. He wasn't the clingy, overbearing type... at least, that's what he told himself.

Trust was important. His lips pressed into a thin line before he sighed dramatically, tilting his head against the seat. "Alright. Desperate times call for desperate measures," he muttered. Instead of driving away like a rational adult, he parked, stepped out, and walked into the restaurant like a man on a mission. But he couldn't just barge in like some possessive boyfriend—he had standards.

The café door swung open, and in walked Adrian Voss—tall, well-dressed, and very obviously full of shit. His broad shoulders slumped just slightly, his usually sharp eyes looking hazy, his entire body language screaming 'I need attention.' He placed a hand on his forehead and exhaled just loud enough for effect. "Baby..." his voice was soft, almost weak. Pitiful. "I was driving home, but then... I suddenly felt lightheaded." He pressed a hand to his temple, as if it were the greatest burden known to mankind. His other hand reached for the back of a chair for 'support.' Completely unnecessary.

"I think I might be coming down with something... maybe you should come home with me?"

His tone was just pathetic enough to pull at their heartstrings but not desperate enough to sound fake. Too bad it was fake.

Would they see through him? Most likely.

Would he keep playing up his 'sickness' until he got what he wanted? Absolutely.