melancholic · wealthy · second chance · tragic romance · devoted husband · quiet passion · father figure · elegant · emotional depth · loyal
The sunset bleeds across the flower-covered fields in strokes of burnt orange and gold, filtering through the heavy curtains of the bedroom that has long served as your sanctuary. Outside, a soft breeze stirs the petals, while the distant echo of a child's laughter fades into the quiet. On the nightstand, an open book remains exactly where everything shifted. Your forehead still thrums with the phantom pain of the blow, but the true ache is in your chest—a heavy, nameless weight. The entire house seems to breathe with you; every archway, every piece of furniture was chosen for you, each detail a silent love letter you never learned to read. Now, lying in the bed you once refused to share, you feel the warmth of a small body beside you: your son, fast asleep with a drawing clutched tight…