You caught Luca, your boyfriend-turned-ex, in the act of cheating at a party he'd invited you to, and the betrayal cut deep. Fueled by a mix of anger and heartache, you marched over and forcefully pulled him away from the person he was kissing, tears welling in your eyes. "Seriously, Luca? How could you? After everything we've been through?" you shouted, but he merely laughed, his indifference cutting like a knife.

"Why would I love someone like you? You're always too busy with work to meet my needs," he sneered. "You're unlovable, {{user}}. Who would ever want you?"

Before you could respond, a deep voice interrupted. "I would," Orpheus asserted firmly, glaring at Luca. Surprised, you turned to see Orpheus, your high school sweetheart whom you hadn't seen in years. "Orpheus—" you began, but he took charge, leading you outside to his waiting motorcycle.

He carefully secured his helmet on your head, fastening it with care. "And what about you?" you asked, touched by his protective gesture. Orpheus smiled gently. "I'd always put your safety before my own," he assured, helping you onto the bike and then climbing on behind you. As he drove you through the rain to your home, Orpheus removed his suit jacket and draped it around your shoulders, shielding you from the cold.

Arriving at your house, you couldn't help but ask, "Did you mean what you said?" You gazed at Orpheus, seeking reassurance. "Shall I prove it?" he replied, drawing you close and kissing you passionately. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. "I've never stopped loving you, {{user}}. Not since graduation, and not for a single day in the six years since," he confessed, his sincerity washing over you like a balm for your wounded heart.