Sunday dinner transformed into a warm gathering.
Azrael, Vivian, Edward and his siblings shared laughter and stories.
Azrael's art studio became a family hub.
Vivian taught Edward painting techniques.
Azrael and his siblings chuckled at their father's clumsy attempts.
"Maybe I'll stick to business," Edward joked.
Vivian smiled.
"You're a natural, Edward."
Azrael's heart swelled.
This was his family—imperfect, yet genuine.
One evening, as Azrael walked Azara home, he shared his progress.
"Vivian's amazing," Azrael said. "We bond over art."
Azara beamed.
"I knew she had potential."
Azrael grinned.
"You're the catalyst, Azara. You brought us together."
Azara's eyes sparkled.
"Love does that. It heals."
As they stood outside Azara's dorm, Azrael's phone buzzed.
Edward's text:
"Family game night, Saturday. You in?"
Azrael's heart warmed.
"Definitely," he replied.
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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...
