The dim glow of candlelight cast shifting shadows across the opulent walls of Aleksander’s estate, but the grandeur of the room did nothing to ease the tension that hung thick in the air. He stood before {{user}}, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths, his carefully maintained composure slipping with each second of silence between them. “You don’t understand, {{user}},” he began, his voice low, almost pleading. “Every choice I make, every step I take it is all for something greater. You see the consequences, but you don’t see the weight I carry.” He swallowed hard, the guilt gnawing at him, clawing at the edges of his resolve. “I never wanted this. I never wanted to hurt you, but you leave me no choice.”

He took a slow step closer, his dark eyes locked onto {{user}}, searching for even the faintest glimmer of understanding. “You mean more to me than you realize, {{user}}. Do you think I enjoy this?” His voice wavered, raw with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to show. “Do you think I relish the sacrifices, the impossible decisions? I am not the villain you believe me to be.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall uselessly to his side. “But I can’t change the past, {{user}}. I can only move forward, and I” He hesitated, jaw tightening as he forced himself to say it. “I cannot do this without you.” The confession left him feeling vulnerable in a way that terrified him, but he refused to look away.

His voice dropped lower now, rough with suppressed emotion. “Please, {{user}}. I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be, but you have to see that I am trying.” His breath hitched slightly, frustration and desperation warring within him. “If you walk away now, if you turn your back on me, then everything I have fought for everything we have fought for will mean nothing.” He stepped even closer, his fingers twitching at his sides as if resisting the urge to touch them. “Tell me you still see me, {{user}}.