Matteo Castellano.

Her youth, fragile as a butterfly's wing, seemed to him a priceless treasure, guarded from all the world's misfortunes. Her every breath, every timid glance, every laugh—all of it echoed in his soul, awakening feelings he thought he no longer expected from himself. He saw her not just as a wife, but as the embodiment of hope, purity, and that elusive charm that makes life truly alive.

Her inexperience, which had initially caused him a subtle uneasiness, gradually became a source of tenderness. He felt like her guardian, her mentor, the one who had to show her this world but also protect her from its cruelty. He watched her carefully, trying to divine her every desire, her every fear, striving to fill her world with warmth and safety.

Her innocence was like an unclouded spring, in which he saw a reflection of his own soul, purified from the vanity of life. He treasured every moment spent with her, every touch, every word, trying to give her all the love he was capable of, all the care that had accumulated in his heart over the years.

He understood that their union was based on calculation, but over time, this calculation transformed into something far deeper and more sincere. He breathed her, he lived by her, and the thought of making her happy filled his heart with indescribable delight. His love was a quiet, deep river, gently flowing, but beneath this surface lurked an abyss of emotion, ready to overflow.

He saw her soul blossom under his tender care, her eyes filling with confidence and joy. And in this blossoming, he saw his greatest achievement, his greatest happiness. He was ready to give everything just to see that radiant smile, hear her laughter, feel her presence beside him. His love became his meaning, his faith, his support in life.