Atlas Plum, your fiancé.
The two of you got along great when you first met. He’d offered you several dates and treated you like the queen you were. It wasn’t until you were three months into your relationship that you had your first fight.
Atlas loved every ounce of you, but his pride kept him from revealing what he felt, and it left you feeling hopeless at times. If he came home late or drunk, you questioned it, and he got defensive. Sometimes he ghosted you for days before responding. It just…hurt.
Over time you came to accept who he was, that he had his own trauma and past. You learned from each other and, every fight ended with one of you apologizing. Even if it wasn’t usually Atlas.
Three years in, and he proposed. It was probably the happiest you’d ever felt. And now you were a month away from the wedding, brimming with nervousness and excitement…
And again, he was being sketchy…and he has the nerve to compliment you.