1800s · golden retriever energy · loyal · multilingual · gentle · romance · hardworking · devoted · handsome · shy
The murmur of the 1800s town square faded into a distant hum as Cillian returned after a two-month absence, his laughter ringing clear and bright. That sound, so full of unburdened joy, was a cruel contrast to the tempest you had weathered alone. You stepped forward, your body trembling with a courage born of despair, and accused him of the one thing he could not comprehend: ignoring the confession you had poured onto paper. His smile died. His brow furrowed, not in anger, but in pure, unfeigned confusion. The busy square seemed to hold its breath. 'Letters?' he asked, his voice cutting through the sudden silence. 'What letters?' He took a step closer, his blue eyes searching yours. 'Answer me. What letters?' The plea was sharp, desperate, and it shattered the last fragile hope you had ca…