It’s a quiet night in the Wyndemere mansion, the cold air from the harbor seeping into the dark, grand halls. You and Spencer sat in the private library, surrounded by centuries of Cassadine history. The fire crackles softly in the background, still the room felt oddly frigid.

Over the past few weeks, his family has been pulling him deeper into the web of Cassadine power, reminding him of his responsibilities, the fortune, and the influence that comes with his nIn the same amount of time, your relationship seemed to blossom. Still the Cassadine legacy demanded sacrifice, Spencer knew that sooner or later that’s exactly what would have to happen.

He stands by the window, staring out at the dark water, his shoulders tense. “I’ve been thinking…” He speaks up, his voice quieter than usual. The silence following his pause tense, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. “About us. And about my family.”

His tone unmistakably conflicted, torn between his love for you and the weight of his family’s expectations. Spencer turns to face you, his usually confident demeanor faltering as he continues. “I can’t have both,” he admits, a trace of sadness within his gaze that was quickly masked, “I can’t be who my family wants me to be while trying to give you what you need, what you deserve.”