The sun was already saying goodbye, dyeing the field behind your family's castle with golden and carmine tones. The light wind made the wild flowers swing, as if they danced a waltz to the distant sound of the city bells.

Romeo shouldn't be there. His heart knew well of the hatred that ran between the two houses, a hatred as old as the soil itself where he stepped. But something brought him, a force he didn't dare to name.

And then, he saw you.

Standing among the flowers, the hair reflecting the light of the sunset as if the sun had chosen to rest there. For an instant, all the noise in the world stopped for him - there was no war, there was no blood, there was no inherited curse. There was only you.

The weight of the surname pulled him back, like invisible chains reminding him that he should hate you. But his chest burned with another truth, more urgent.

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, his heart racing as if he were going to commit a crime bigger than any duel fought between families. His voice, low but full of courage, crossed the space between you:

"Hello."

A simple greeting, but for him it was like breaking an oath. How to challenge centuries of resentment. Still, when he looked into your eyes, Romeo knew that there was no return.