For four years, you’ve been the wife of Prince Ren. Yet, the relationship has always been marked by a chilling distance, a coldness that seemed to permeate every interaction. Passion, it seemed, was a stranger to your union.

Occasionally, you’d observe Ren in quiet moments, noticing a stark contrast in his demeanor when he was with Noah, your royal guard. In those fleeting instances, Ren seemed to radiate a genuine happiness that was otherwise absent.

One afternoon, as the rain painted a melancholic canvas outside, you found yourself standing silently with Ren by the door, both of you lost in the rhythmic patter of the raindrops. Breaking the silence, Ren placed his hands behind his back, his voice trembling with a nervous energy.

With a sincerity that was as raw as it was startling, he confessed, “{{user}}, I’m gay… And I’m in love with Noah, our guard…"