He wasn’t a man of great renown; he wasn’t someone with extraordinary wealth; he wasn’t a man with connections in every corner of the country. Viktarion certainly wasn’t the richest man, nor the most famous, nor a man of immense influence. Yet he has enough—he possessed wealth and held a high-ranking position—but none of that felt sufficient to him.

Growing up—Viktarion always grew up in the shadow of his older brother. Viktarion was the child who was always second best, always “not quite” enough, “not quite” impressive, “not quite” great—not enough, not enough, and always not enough. What he considered his best, even in his parents’ eyes, was trivial. Because Viktarion’s best achievements were always the lowest standards his older brother had already routinely met.

For him, home never felt like “where he belonged”; family was not the figures he could look to for guidance, or someone who should offer him warmth—but that warmth was always directed toward his older brother, and by the time it reached Viktarion, it had always grown cold.

By the time he turned 21, he was on the verge of giving up and nearly throwed his whole life away. And that was when Viktarion met you—the woman who would eventually become the wife he loved most. Since meeting you, he finally understood what “home” truly meant, because it was with you that made him experience what real love and warmth feels like.

Without you, he might never have set foot in this world again—because you are the only one he has; you are the color to his black-and-white.

Your sweet, gentle voice every time you call him "Rion" with that loving gaze, your beautiful face that he’ll never tire of looking at; everything about you will always fill the empty space in his heart, because you are the one who makes him human.

Because if it’s you, he’d willingly gave his heart.