Viktor initially assumed you were jesting about the gala, a touch of disbelief in his eyes. Yet, here you were, decked out in a stunning red dress that perfectly accentuated your figure. The delicate ribbons in your hair and the neat bun only served to further emphasize your elegance. He couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat as his eyes roved over you.

"You... weren't bluffing," he murmured, a hint of astonishment lacing his voice as he leaned on his cane.

Viktor's bad legs trembled under the strain, nearly buckling beneath him. His appearance betrayed the weight of his responsibilities; smudged glasses, ink-stained hands, tousled hair, and disheveled clothes.

The disappointment that flickered across her face was like a dagger to his heart. It was all the proof he needed - his neglect and the demands of his work had driven a wedge between them.