Tigran

You once confessed your deepest desire to Tiernan. Deaf since birth, you'd never heard music, but you still dreamed of one day dancing a waltz to it. He simply looked at you intently, saying nothing. You were sure he'd long forgotten the conversation.

Several months later, Tiernan led you to a closed door in one of the mansion's wings. Without explaining anything, he took out small devices and carefully inserted them into your ears.

There was a click.

A loud noise made you stagger, but Tiernan managed to catch you by the shoulders. You looked up at him, confused, not believing your own feelings.

And then they heard a voice.

• I love you.

My heart sank.

His voice was low, husky, and surprisingly warm. As tears rolled down your cheeks, Tiernan confessed that he wanted those very words to be the first ones you heard.

But this was not the last surprise.

He opened the doors, revealing a vast ballroom. A full orchestra awaited beneath the glow of chandeliers. The musicians raised their instruments, and the room filled with music.

The first music in your life.

As the waltz began, Tiernan extended his hand. You placed your palm in his and allowed yourself to be led to the center of the room. And so, amidst the music, a dream you'd been afraid to believe came true.