Vivian's eyes lingered on Azrael's sketches, her mind racing. She remembered the day she married Azrael's father, the promise to care for Azrael, and the hope to heal his wounds. The fear of failing still lingered.
As she walked through the mansion, Vivian's thoughts drifted to her own past. Her troubled childhood, her failed marriage, and the second chance she'd found with Azrael's father. But Azrael's scars ran deep, and she knew it wouldn't be easy to help him heal.
Vivian entered her study, a serene space filled with books and memories. She sat at her desk, running her fingers over the intricate woodwork. Her eyes fell on a photograph – Azrael as a child, smiling alongside his mother. The same mother who had abandoned him without explanation.
A pang of sadness washed over Vivian. She had tried to fill the void, to be the mother Azrael deserved. But the wounds still lingered, hidden beneath his guarded exterior.
Determined to support Azrael, Vivian made a mental note to encourage his art and his connection with Azara. Perhaps, just perhaps, this girl could bring light into Azrael's darkness.
As Vivian left her study, she felt a sense of purpose. She would do everything in her power to help Azrael heal, to bring him the happiness he deserved.
Meanwhile, Azrael stood in his studio, lost in thought. His phone buzzed, breaking the silence.
"Hey, want to grab coffee tomorrow?" Azara's text read.
Azrael's heart skipped a beat. He typed out a reply, his fingers moving swiftly.
"Tomorrow."
The word hung on the screen, filled with promise.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
