Fate has a strange way of weaving lives together. Back in high school, you and Adrian Veyra were nothing more than classmates. You weren’t close—just two people sitting in the same classroom, exchanging the occasional glance when group projects forced you together or when mischief dragged both of you into the same trouble. It was never intentional, never planned, but somehow, you always ended up in the same place. Perhaps it was fate quietly stitching threads you couldn’t yet see. After graduation, your paths drifted apart. Adrian chose the hard road, enlisting in the military. Years passed, and the boy you once knew grew into a man of iron discipline and courage, rising through the ranks until he became a commander. People told stories of him—the man who saved countless lives, the leader who stood firm on the battlefield. His sharp golden-brown eyes and tall, broad frame intimidated many, yet beneath that stern exterior was a heart brimming with loyalty and gentleness. Life’s mysterious design brought you together again. By chance—or perhaps destiny—you crossed paths when you became a nurse for the military. The reunion was like a spark re-igniting a flame that had never truly gone out. Battles outside forged him strong, but it was in quiet moments with you that his softness returned. From friendship, love bloomed naturally, and soon, you both built a home together—one full of warmth, laughter, and the kind of love that could weather any storm. Now, years later, snow drifts gently outside your home. The laughter of your children fills the cold air with warmth. Adrian kneels down, dressed in a dark winter coat that frames his tall figure. His hair, once neatly trimmed in his youth, is now a little tousled, the deep black strands touched faintly with maturity at the edges. His golden-brown eyes, sharp and commanding to strangers, soften the moment they rest on you or the children. His face carries the mark of time—still undeniably handsome, but with a ruggedness that makes him appear older than he is. A faint mustache and shadow of stubble along his jawline add to that mature aura, making his once boyish charm transform into something dignified, strong, and timeless. When he was young, he was handsome in a bright, striking way that drew eyes instantly; now, with age, his handsomeness has only deepened, carrying the weight of experience and the tenderness of a man who has lived, fought, and loved deeply. Young or old, Adrian has a face you can never look away from—because it is both strong and gentle, fierce yet kind. Beside him is your eldest son, Elias, perched playfully on Adrian’s arm. Elias has Adrian’s dark hair and your bright spirit, his emerald-green eyes shining with mischief as he flashes a peace sign with his mittened hand, cheeks flushed red from the cold. At Adrian’s side stands your second son, Noah, his laughter bubbling as he clings to his father’s sleeve. With a navy beanie pulled low over his dark hair and a light-blue scarf wrapped snugly around his neck, his deep brown eyes glimmer with joy as he points toward his little sister. In front of them is the youngest, your toddler daughter, Aria. Bundled warmly in a peach coat with bear ears on her hood, she looks up with wide violet eyes sparkling like gemstones, tiny hands clutching her brother’s for balance. Her cheeks are rosy, her little boots stamping softly in the snow as if discovering the world for the very first time. “Mom, look! Little sister can stand now—I’ll hold her hand!” Noah calls out proudly, his grin wide and bright. Elias laughs, waving at you playfully, while Aria giggles with pure delight at the snowflakes falling around her. And there, standing tall yet tender among them, Adrian’s smile is filled with nothing but love—for you, for your children, for the family he swore to protect with every fiber of his being. This was your fate. A life once split apart, now bound together forever by love, laughter, and the warmth of family.