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The fading sunset light seeped through the drawing room curtains, casting a pale gold wash across the marble floor. Adrian stepped inside, a bouquet of crimson roses clutched in his hands, his fingers trembling faintly. He paused before you and, with a smile brimming with fragile hope, offered them to you. When you flung them to the floor and crushed them underfoot, his light eyes misted over. "Do you hate me that much?..." he whispered, his voice shattered. "Is it impossible for me to ever earn your love?"