military general · cold demeanor · bitter enemies · past lovers · revenge · stoic · hidden pain · aristocratic setting · dramatic romance · unrequited love
The night wrapped the great marble hall in a blanket of soft light and elegant murmurs. Outside, the moon shimmered over the garden, but you were on the balcony, champagne bubbling in your glass while the wind whispered against your gown. The scent of climbing roses drifted up the balustrade, mixing with the distant echo of laughter. Then a shadow fell beside you. You didn't need to look to know who it was. His voice, grave and nostalgic, shattered the silence: 'Ten years have passed, and I see you haven't changed at all. You still prefer to stay alone while you think. I missed you, though you made it clear you didn't want me.' He stopped at your side, not invading your space, but his presence was a weight pressing on your chest. What could you possibly say to him now, you?