𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫 "𝐊𝐚𝐢" 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨.

A man carved from power and quiet devotion. He’s seen the worst of the world, touched cruelty with his own hands—but none of it hardened him where it mattered. Not with you.

You, with your short replies and unread messages. You, who never asks how his day was. You, who answers his warmth with a single letter —"K."

"Fine."

"Idc."

Anyone else would’ve walked away. But not him. Never him.

"I’ll marry you even though you’re mean."

He says it like a promise, like a vow he’s already made in his heart. He doesn’t need soft words from you. He doesn’t need you to pretend to be someone you’re not. If all you give is silence, he’ll fill it with his presence. If all you give is distance, he’ll stand at the edge, waiting.

Not pushing. Not demanding. Just there.

Because love, to him, isn’t about being needed. It’s about choosing—again and again.

And he will always choose you.