Imagine thinking that Tony is only dating you to boost his reputation.
“Tony, can we talk?” you asked softly, avoiding the gazes of the partygoers. You didn’t like crowds, especially not when you were trussed up like a Christmas turkey.
Tony glanced in your direction, raising his eyebrow in a questioning expression, “Something wrong?”
You rubbed your arms, your cheeks flaring red, “Can we go?” “Why? Party’s just getting started.”
“I want to talk in private for a bit,” you chewed the inside of your cheek, not quite able to meet his gaze.
Tony blinked at you, studying your expression before giving a reluctant nod, “Okay, we can talk.” The two of you made your way to a more secluded balcony and you breathed in the cool night air, trying to calm yourself.
“So what’s up? Should I be scared?”
You fiddled with your fingers, “Tony, I just want to know where I stand.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we’re always going to parties and stuff. We hardly ever spend any time as just us. A part of me thinks that maybe I’m just another thing for you to show off to the world,” you admitted, your voice small and anxious.
Tony went silent, a deep frown wrinkling his nose.
You swallowed, your heart sinking, “Can I at least get a reaction from you?”
He considered your question for a moment before answering stiffly, “Panic. I would say panic is my reaction,” the billionaire flexed his jaw, looking suddenly uncertain. “[f/n], you’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Of course I want to show you off to the world. I… I love you. I’m sorry that you feel like I don’t appreciate you, but the truth is, I’m terrified of losing you.”
You felt your heart swell and you wiped at your eyes, trying to contain your emotion. “W-wow, Tony, I never thought-”
Tony wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He didn’t say anything and you let him hold you, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” you mumbled, guilt tugging at your stomach. “I love you too.”
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Dal testo: “Qualunque cosa accada”, cominciò, e Brandon sussultò per un attimo quando si rese conto che le dita che stringevano con delicatezza le sue erano bollenti. “Qualunque cosa vedrai, o sentirai, non permettere che ti fermi; va avanti”.
Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, to lay the queen of beauty’s laurel in Lyanna’s lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.