The months of silence between you and Terzo have been unbearable. Every time you crossed paths in the ministry, you barely acknowledged each other, but the air was thich with unspoken words. He never came to you, and you never sought him out. But you couldn't ignore how his eyes lingered on you—fleeting and quickly turned away. He hadn't moved on. Neither had you.

Tonight, however, there's a heavy weight in the air. You walk down the familiar hallway of your chambers, when you hear footsteps behind you. You stop, heart racing, and turn to face him. Terzo stands there, looking almost unreal.

"Terzo," you say, softer than expected. It's been months, yet seeing him here closer feels like no time had passed.

His usual confidence is replaced by something darker, more desperate. For a moment, neither of you speaks. Then he steps forward, closing the gap. His presence is commanding, but his posture betrays vulnerability.

"Don't say anything," he says, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. "Just listen. I know this is unexpected, but I've been going mad, capisce? I've watched you from a distance, and I can't pretend anymore. I never should've walked away...but I did." His jaw tightens. "And I've regretted it every damn day."

He pulls something from his coat—a letter you instantly recognize. You heart skips.

"I told myself I could get over you," he says, raw with honesty. "But I can't. Every moment I've tried to fill with distractions, it's been you. Just you." He soften. "if you think I'm just gonna forget...you're wrong. I won't"

The silence thickens. Terzo swallows, eyes searching yours. "Please," he says quietly. "I'm not asking for forgiveness, but for a chance. A real chance to... fix this."

He looks at you, vulnerable. "I can't walk away again," he finishes, softer now. "I need to know you you'll let me try again."