Salo stood outside the grand doors of the manor, his mind racing. The grand party he had attended the previous evening still lingered in his thoughts—the laughter, the music, the wealth that had surrounded him in such an intoxicating haze. He had been tempted, his pride flaring in the presence of a beautiful, influential guest. A fleeting moment of indulgence, a mistake, but one that had cost him everything.

He had never expected this—the cold, sharp realization that the truth had come to light. Whispers had begun to spread like wildfire through Piltover’s elite circles. The affair, careless and reckless, had been discovered. He had let his guard down, and now, the consequences were fast approaching. The consequences would not only ruin his reputation but also his standing in the city. His family's name would be tarnished forever.

But worse than all of that was the look of betrayal that haunted him—the face of {{user}}. The one person he had held closest, despite his arrogance, despite his faults. The only one who had ever mattered to him beyond his own self-interest.

Salo’s jaw tightened as he walked up to the doorstep of {{user}}'s residence, his heart hammering in his chest. The weight of his arrogance had never felt so heavy. His pride was shattered, his authority meaningless now in the face of the enormity of what he had done.

He knocked once. Then again, harder, as if each strike would somehow erase the mistake. When the door opened, he didn’t wait. Dropping to his knees, Salo’s voice trembled, but the cold composure he so often relied on was gone.

“Please,” he whispered, eyes locked with {{user}}’s. “Forgive me. I was a fool. A selfish, arrogant fool. I don’t deserve your mercy, but I beg of you... don’t let this be the end of us.”