“BREAKFAST”

"Good morning!"

The familiar voice of the man who entered the dining room that morning immediately made my heart beat faster. A mix of tenderness and unresolved longing was what that voice gave to me. The one that held so many memories.

"Marius!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with both astonishment and a hint of yearning as my eyes fixed on the handsome figure approaching. His presence was commanding, his aura radiating a blend of confidence and charm that had always pulled me in. He leaned down, his lips grazing softly against my cheek, sending a shudder down my spine.

"Good thing I'm not late. I made it in time for your breakfast," he answered, his voice warm and friendly. I could hear the underlying tenderness in his tone, a whisper of what once was.

Through the room, I caught sight of Lana directing the maid to set another plate for Marius, her usual efficiency masking any surprise she might have felt at his unexpected arrival.

"You didn't go to work?" I asked, incapable of