Love Beyond Mistakes

Will You Be My Val...

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It was no one else but Eros Kratos.

He walked through the cafeteria with the kind of presence that made heads turn without effort. He wore red suit trousers and a crisp white dress shirt with three buttons undone, just enough to reveal a hint of his broad chest. His curly gold-brown hair fell to his shoulders, catching the morning light, and his shining black CK shoes clicked against the tile floor with each step.

Elsa’s heart hammered so violently she feared it might betray her to the world. He was walking toward her table, and for a moment, she couldn’t believe it was real. She thought she might be hallucinating.

Her eyes widened as she noticed the red bouquet of a hundred roses in his left hand. She had seen images of such a grand gesture before, in w*****d stories like “His Purchased Wife” Emily Parker story written by HopeCrazyReader17, and she had always dreamed of experiencing something this romantic herself.

In his right hand, he carried a box of M&G chocolates and a pan of creamy vanilla ice cream. Every item he held reflected a fantasy she had quietly cherished — gestures she could have afforded herself, but never the same as receiving them from someone she truly admired.

Elsa believed in self-love. She pampered herself, celebrated her accomplishments, and indulged in small luxuries. But no amount of self-gifting could replace the warmth of affection from another soul. And that, she realized, was exactly what she wanted.

As Eros approached, the world seemed to blur around her. Cafeteria chatter, students moving around — all faded into background noise. It felt like it was only the two of them, suspended in a private moment, eyes locked.

Her cheeks burned, and she tore her gaze away, embarrassed after staring too long at the boy she had secretly admired for two and a half years.

He reached her table and set the bouquet, chocolates, and ice cream in front of her. Elsa’s ocean-blue eyes widened further, her lips parting slightly in shock.

“We don’t want to catch flies, do we?” he said with a smirk that curved across his sinfully kissable lips.

Her mind screamed. ‘Sin… sinful thoughts… Lord have mercy…’ She reminded herself she was Catholic, yet every nerve in her body betrayed her, urging her to imagine pressing her lips against his.

“After all, I am no saint,” she admitted to herself, a small grin forming in her head despite her flustered state.

Shaking off her shock, she tried to focus.

“These are for you,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding, his stormy gray eyes locked onto her mesmerizing blue. “Can you… please be my date tonight at the Black Valentine’s party at the Leonardo Royal Hotel?”

Elsa blinked. “What?” Her voice trembled with disbelief, excitement, and nerves all tangled together.

Eros leaned back slightly, stretching his neck, his presence dominant yet unexpectedly gentle, his confidence radiating.

“What I meant to say is… will you be my Val?” he corrected, his voice low, smooth, and edged with a subtle strategic undertone.

Elsa’s mind raced. The cafeteria noise returned, but her focus remained entirely on him. The roses, the chocolates, the ice cream — the way he carried himself, the calm but intimidating way he asked… she felt an irresistible pull.

Her heartbeat thrummed, anticipation mingling with fear, curiosity, and a thrill she had never known.

Would she say yes?