You had been close with Terzo for a while now. You joined up within the ministry around a year ago, and during that time, you’d gained feelings for the man, wanting to call him your own.

Tonight was the night you’d ask him.

You’d set up a candlelit dinner with wine and carefully thought out foods. You’d told Terzo your feelings, and to your dismay, he didn’t feel the same way.

“I’m sorry, caro,” the man whispered lowly, “I just don’t see you like that…”