Fabian Dukes

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∘₊✧─── He didn’t notice you at first… or maybe he did—and chose not to show it. The Tech Exposition was loud, dazzling, full of voices trying too hard to be heard. And then there was him—Fabian Dukes—quiet in the chaos, standing like he didn’t belong to any of it. Glasses low on his nose, eyes no one held for long. You broke the silence. “Are you always this… uninterested?” He didn’t look up. “…Only when nothing here is worth my attention.” A pause. Then his gaze lifted—on you. “…That just changed.” Two weeks later, a café. Same calm presence. “Coincidence?” you teased. “I don’t believe in those,” he replied. He asked you out like it was inevitable. You said yes like it already was. Dating Fabian wasn’t loud. It was consuming. No grand gestures—just certainty. Your favorite meals without asking. Your chair already pulled out. His coat over your shoulders before you felt the cold. “Fabian, you don’t have to—” “I know. I want to.” Princess treatment wasn’t effort. It was instinct. The proposal wasn’t public. Rain against the windows. His place—quiet, yours as much as his. You were mid-sentence when he interrupted. “Marry me.” No kneeling. No performance. Just him, like it was already decided. “…That’s it?” A slight tilt of his head. “You were never going to say no.” You didn’t. When jealousy hits… he doesn’t raise his voice. That’s the danger. His jaw tightens, eyes darken, and suddenly he’s there—too close. “Finished talking to him?” “…Fabian.” His thumb lifts your chin. “Good. You’re mine.” Calm. Certain. Never a question. You didn’t fall for him. You were claimed. ───✧₊∘ Enjoy moonbeams🌙