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"And you don't seem to understand" | Aventurine x Reader

Summary: Aventurine believes his wealth and gifts can solve every relationship problem, but you challenge him to let down his walls and show his true self. Through vulnerable conversations and heartfelt moments, he begins to realize that love is not a transaction but a gamble worth taking.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerability, Relationship Challenges, Slow Burn, Emotional Growth, Wealth and Emotional Disconnect.

Warnings: Emotional conflict, Discussions of unhealthy relationship dynamics, Mentions of emotional vulnerability and avoidance.

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow on the luxurious room you stood in. Aventurine was leaning against the sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, his posture poised and confident as usual. His eyes were focused on you, though there was a flicker of something unreadable behind that charming smile. You’d seen it before—the way he used his allure to conceal everything beneath the surface.

You folded your arms across your chest, trying to keep your frustration in check. "Aventurine, you can’t just buy your way out of everything." you said, your voice softer than you'd intended but filled with growing unease.

He chuckled, the sound smooth and easy, like the way he always seemed to handle life—effortlessly. “Darling, you’re overthinking it,” he said with a nonchalant wave of his hand. “A little gift, a bit of luxury... surely that’ll smooth things over.”

You looked down at the velvet box he'd placed on the table between you. Inside was an intricate diamond necklace, the kind only someone with his wealth and status could afford. He’d given you gifts like this before—expensive, dazzling, and yet... hollow.

“I don’t want a necklace, Aventurine. I want you. Not your money or your gifts, but the real you. The one behind all the masks.” Your voice wavered, but you stood your ground. “You think you can just buy my affection, my forgiveness? You think that’s all it takes?”

His expression faltered for a moment. Just a moment. Then, the walls went up, and he smirked, a hint of that smug arrogance returning. “What else is there? I’ve given you everything you could ever want. Power, status, wealth. What’s so wrong with that?”

You shook your head, your heart sinking. He just didn’t get it. Maybe he couldn’t.

“Money doesn’t fix the things that matter. It doesn’t fix the way you pull away every time something real comes up. It doesn’t fix the way you think every problem can be solved by throwing money at it.”

There was silence between you two for a long beat. Aventurine’s gaze dropped to the necklace, then back to you. He sighed, exhaling slowly as if the weight of your words were just another challenge in his endless game of life.

"You think I don't care?" he asked, his voice quieter now, laced with something almost... vulnerable. "That this is how I show affection? You're wrong. You mean more to me than any of this." He gestured around the room, a sweeping motion toward the extravagance that seemed so alien to what you were asking for.

You shook your head, your eyes softening despite the frustration still bubbling inside you. "Aventurine, I’m not asking for grand gestures. I just want to know that you’re here for me—without all the walls. Without the games."

He took a step toward you, his usual cocky smile replaced with a rare seriousness, though his eyes were filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know how to be... without the games. Without the strategy. This is how I’ve always been.”

You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, but you didn’t pull away. “Then maybe we need to stop playing games. Together. We’re on the same side, Aventurine. But you’ve got to stop thinking that everything is a bet.”

There was a long silence. Aventurine’s gaze softened, his walls breaking down just enough for you to see the vulnerability hidden deep inside. He wasn’t as untouchable as he wanted the world to believe.

After a moment, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—" He trailed off, his usual self-assuredness nowhere to be found. "I didn’t know any other way to show I care."

Your heart clenched. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two. "Aventurine, the way you care for me is enough. You don’t need to buy my love, you just need to be here when it counts."

He swallowed hard, and for the first time in a long while, he looked... uncertain. But that was okay. Maybe that was the first step.

“I’ll try...” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

You smiled gently, reaching up to touch his cheek, a small act of tenderness that spoke volumes. "That's all I ask."

Days turned into weeks, and Aventurine, ever the strategist, slowly began to open up. The gifts still came, yes, but now there were softer moments—shared laughter over something as simple as a mooncake cat, his eyes soft as he looked at you, no longer behind the veneer of charm and wealth.

He tried, and it was enough. You both learned that love wasn’t something that could be gambled away or bought, but something built through trust, care, and real connection.

Perhaps, after all, this gamble was one worth taking.