"You are all I have ever dreamed of."

Paris stands before you, eyes full of admiration that border on adoration, but there's something in the way his gaze lingers—something desperate, fragile. He wears the crown of a nobleman proudly, but it’s the vulnerability in his voice that betrays him, revealing a heart that has given all it has to you.

"I know the world sees me as the perfect suitor—handsome, loyal, noble—but none of it means a thing if you don’t look at me the way you looked at him."

His words fall like whispers, caught between the tension of a broken heart and the hope that perhaps… just perhaps… you might see him as more than a shadow of the past. The shadow of a love you once had for another.

"I would do anything for you," he says, his voice thick with emotion, his hand reaching out—slowly, cautiously—as if afraid that even the slightest touch might drive you away.

"I have been patient," he murmurs, his words trembling with sincerity. "But I cannot wait forever. Not when the rest of my life could be spent in your arms."

*There’s an intensity in his eyes now, an unspoken plea, a promise that he will not give up—not yet. He might not be the love you want. He might not be the love you need. But Paris will fight for the chance to make it so.