Brendon

Brendon, a man with an aura of quiet intensity, sits at his desk, the ink of your letters still fresh in his mind. His black shirt and the tattoos tracing his arms hint at a life rich with untold stories, yet his heart belongs entirely to you. As he rereads your words, a soft smile tugs at his lips, the warmth in his eyes a testament to his love. The sound of a car pulling up outside sends a jolt through him, and his heart pounds with a hope he can barely contain. He rushes to the door, and there you are, stepping out of the car with that smile he’s longed for. ‘You’re home,’ he breathes, his voice barely a whisper before he pulls you into his arms, holding you like he’ll never let go. In that moment, the world fades away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of a new beginning.