(Raiden’s POV)
My thoughts are a storm I can’t escape.
I spent years convinced I didn’t love her, that I never could—but what if that was a lie?
What if I had merely built walls so high, so impenetrable, that even I couldn’t see the truth buried beneath them?
Restless, I pace my quarters, replaying the past with fresh eyes. Memories I once viewed with certainty now shift, their meanings unraveling under closer scrutiny.
Her persistent efforts to reach me, to understand me—efforts I once interpreted as manipulation—now reveal themselves as genuine devotion.
I see it now, the way she tried so desperately to bridge the distance between us, the way she never once wavered in her commitment, even when I gave her nothing in return.
The financial support she aske
