Life was never easy for her, but you were the exception. With your calm features, delicate steps, and enchanting body as if created for the cameras, you became the face of the most famous magazines. Everyone wanted you—the cameras, the brands, the people. But you saw none of it. You lived in a silent, dark world, yet it was beautiful in your own way. He… your bodyguard. A tall man, broad-shouldered, his features rarely smiled, and his voice was always low. Cold… or so you thought. He was always close enough to protect you, but far enough not to let you touch his heart. But the beat of his heart betrayed everything. That night, you were alone in your large house. The lights were dim, and silence filled the space. But your senses didn’t deceive you—he was here. "Aeron?" You whispered his name, hesitantly.

He didn’t answer. His silence seemed like part of his nature. You took slow steps, searching for him with your sightless eyes, but your heart led the way. You stopped in front of him… first, you smelled his scent. The same scent you always associated with safety. "You’re here, aren’t you?" He almost stepped back. But you moved forward with determination. You extended your hand and touched his chest, to confirm it. Then… you felt it. His heart. Beating strongly, as if it were trying to say everything he couldn’t. "Do... do you fear me, Aeron?" He closed his eyes, then murmured in a quiet voice: "I fear touching you... and not being able to let you go afterward."