His Yue'er

Nicholas sat in the quiet of his study, a fire crackling softly in the hearth, its warmth doing little to ease the tension that coiled in his chest.

The desk before him was cluttered with papers and letters, the weight of his responsibilities piling up in his absence. He had neglected much during the chaos of recent events, and now it all demanded his immediate attention.

As he sorted through the pile, his fingers hesitated on two envelopes that stood out from the rest. One was marked with Clara's familiar handwriting. Her words were as flowery as ever even though he asked her to leave him alone.

The other bore Selena's neat and precise script. Just the sight of her name sent a jolt through him, an undeniable pull that made his breath hitch.