Adrien is the most dangerous Russian mafia known in the world. Before his father died, he told him that he made a deal with his number one enemy, boss of the Italian mafia Tom Dupain to marry their unique children
Adrien wanted to see his future wi...
It's the day of the funeral. Marinette stood in front of the mirror in her room, with tears in her eyes. Her black dress hung on her petite frame, but her eyes look really sad.
She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold on, but it felt impossible. Everything felt impossible. Her parents. Her grandfather. Gone. It was like she was drowning in her sorrow, and every breath felt heavier than the last.
She didn't hear Adrien come in, but she felt him. His arms slipped around her waist, pulling her close as he rested his chin on her head, eyes locked on her teary face in the mirror. She didn't have to say anything; he already knew the depths of her pain, because he felt it too.
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#Their outfits
Adrien: I'm here
It was a simple promise, but it meant the world to her. She turned in his arms, burying her face in his chest, her sobs muffled against the fabric of his blazer.
Adrien's hands moved to cradle her face, thumbs brushing away the endless stream of tears. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. It was soft, barely there, but Marinette broke down completely, crying into the kiss, her body trembling in his arms. Adrien held her tighter, his forehead resting against hers
Adrien: I should be able to protect them
The guilt that haunted him was etched into every line of his face. His body bore the marks of wounds that hadn't fully healed. He blamed himself for failing to keep Marinette's family safe, even if it wasn't his fault.
Marinette placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.
Marinette: d-don't do this to yourself, Adrien. You are hurt too
She whispered. She traced the wounds on his neck with gentle fingers, trying to comfort him, even when her own heart was breaking.
They made their way downstairs, Adrien's hand never leaving hers. The black limousine was waiting, flanked by at least 10 SUV
Bodyguards stood nearby. The driver opened the door for them, and Adrien helped Marinette inside. They sat close, their hands intertwined as they stared out the window
At the church, Marinette's legs felt like they were made of lead, every step was heavier than the other. The coffins were lined up at the front, draped in white flowers too beautiful for something so heartbreaking.
Marinette's eyes fixed on her mother's coffin, and before she knew it, her legs gave out. She fell to her knees, clutching the smooth wood as sobs tore through her. Her cries echoed through the silent church
Adrien was at her side in an instant, pulling her back gently but firmly, cradling her against his chest as she wept. Marinette clung to him, her fingers gripping his blazer like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.
