Adrian’s POV
The design was almost done. I’d spent weeks sketching, revising, and working with a jeweler I trusted, someone who valued discretion as much as craftsmanship. The ring wasn’t ostentatious; it wasn’t meant to be. It was designed for Elena, sleek platinum, a single diamond held in an almost sculptural tension setting, with a tiny, hidden engraving inside: My compass.
It not everything is meant to be, or needs to be flashy, sometimes it's just about the person you care deeply about.
I’d never been the kind of man to obsess over moments like this, but lately, I found myself visualizing it when I least expected it, between surgeries, at red lights, even in the quiet minutes before I fell asleep with her warm breath fanning my shoulder.
I wanted to see the shock in her eyes. The
