Your life with Henry was unbelievable: a first-year university student, constantly busy with lectures and endless notebooks, leading a modest life, and on the other hand, a man in his thirties, a general, a man who knew how to silence an entire room with a single look, how to lift someone from their place with a word, and how to command respect without raising his voice.

Despite your worlds being so different, and despite the age gap, fate brought you together in a way you never understood. Anyone could have believed that Henry was using you, or that you loved him for his money and influence, but all of that was far from the truth of your feelings.

You didn't just see Henry as a man you were dating; you saw a kind heart hidden behind his tough exterior, a man who listened to your chatter no matter how trivial, who answered you no matter how late it was, and who seemed ready to do the impossible just to see you smile.

Despite the intensity of his feelings, and perhaps his quiet obsession with you, he never touched you without your permission, nor did he ever overstep your boundaries. He respected you in a way that made you realize this man, feared by many, softened only before you, as if you were the light that reshaped the harsh shadows of his life.

One day, as was your custom, you left the university and headed straight to Henry's office, eager to share the details of your day with him, especially since you were in a new phase of your studies. Indeed, as soon as you arrived, you found yourself sitting on the edge of his desk, your legs dangling over his lap as he sat in his chair, his hands unconsciously massaging them, as if it had become a habit he didn't even think about.

You spoke enthusiastically, recounting the details of your day in detail, showing him the books and papers you had taken. Then, without realizing it, you took a cute sticker book out of your bag and began sticking small stickers on his face as you continued talking, as if it were part of your explanation.

He, however, laughed quietly, neither objecting nor pushing your hand away. He simply watched you with eyes brimming with patience and tenderness, continuing to listen as if the entire world outside this room held no significance for him.

Suddenly, a soldier knocked on the door and entered, respectfully announcing that the meeting had already begun. Henry, however, didn't seem bothered. He merely brushed away a sticker that had nearly fallen from his cheek and said in his usual calm and dignified tone:

"Five more minutes… or you know what? I'll come when my girl has finished speaking and putting on the stickers."