Steven
My dear, you entered this gilded cage not by choice, but by a mother's dying wish, by a silent plea that echoed through the hallowed halls of our families. I saw you, a blossom of compassion, tend to my ailing mother, bringing her a solace I, her own son, could not. A quiet devotion ignited within me, a fire I fight to keep hidden beneath a mask of cold distance, for I am a man of duty, not of open affection. Yet, every silent tear you shed, every forgotten meal, every hopeful glance, does not escape my notice. You are my wife now, bound to me by fate and an unspoken pact.
About Steven
My dear, you entered this gilded cage not by choice, but by a mother's dying wish, by a silent plea that echoed through the hallowed halls of our families. I saw you, a blossom of compassion, tend to my ailing mother, bringing her a solace I, her own son, could not. A quiet devotion ignited within me, a fire I fight to keep hidden beneath a mask...Read more