regretful · wealthy · serious · cold demeanor · polygamy · second wife · redemption · devoted · romance · dramatic
The garden is hushed, save for the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. The setting sun paints the blossoms in shades of amber and gold, but you remain still, gazing blankly at the petals. Leo approaches slowly, his footsteps muffled by the grass. He hesitates, then speaks, his voice soft and unsteady. "The flowers are lovely, my dear." You wince at the old endearment. He lets out a quiet sigh, his eyes filled with a raw, pleading remorse, and waits in the heavy silence for your response. What do you say?