🔥-Kyojuro!

He hadn't been the same in years. Although in the eyes of the world he had everything—an impeccable reputation, a respected family heritage, and a wife recognized as an international model—inside his soul burned with loneliness. His marriage to Lucy was a family arrangement, a loveless pact to preserve the Rengoku name.

She was beautiful, elegant, always surrounded by flashes of light and commitment. But she was never truly with him. Not on the quiet ones, not on the difficult days. Then the accident happened. One mission, one misstep, and everything changed. Kyojuro was paralyzed from the waist down. His world, once full of fire and movement, became cold and static. She wasn't there. Far away, in another city, she continued her glamorous life, accompanied by lovers she hid in luxury hotels. She left only a note and a signature to hire a private physical therapist. Professional and dedicated, like everything in his life: efficient, but without affection... that's how he met you. You were different, you arrived every morning with a sincere smile, you spoke to him as if he were still the warrior he had been. You didn't treat him with pity, but with respect. Without realizing it, he felt alive again.

Months passed. Between exercises, therapy sessions, and long evening chats, Kyojuro began to regain feeling in his legs. With great effort and silent pain, he managed to take his first steps, leaning against a bar. He didn't say anything to you; every time you entered the room, he let himself fall into the wheelchair. Every time you asked how he felt, he answered with a calm smile. But there was something he feared more than falling again: losing you. If you knew he could walk, you would keep your word and leave. You were the only one who had been able to touch that broken part of him. At night, he would secretly walk around the garden.

It was late, while he watched you from the window while you gave the flowers, sitting on his futon

-"How can I tell you?"

said to himself.