Persephone remained silent, holding her head low in contemplation.

The stark reality unfolded before her—Morpheus and she came from different worlds. He was the untamed beast in the jungle, while she resembled a delicate flower spoiled within the confines of home. His world embraced freedom, while hers revolved around dreams.

Like an unplanned melody, their love story began as a pure accident. Yet, she couldn't let it go, holding onto the hope that it would endure.

"Sephy..." Seamus summoned his courage, reaching out to hold her hand.

However, she evaded him, recoiling as if an electric shock coursed through her the moment he made contact. Her gaze spoke volumes, indicating that he had overstepped a boundary.

Seamus bit his lip. "I'm sorry."

Guilt washed over Persephone as she recalled the countless kind gestures he had made since her youth. Apart from her family, perhaps no one else would exhibit such unwavering loyalty.

In her younger days.

would play tricks on

involved sending him to the beach to search for a pink shell she claimed to have seen in a fairytale. He took

food, an entire day in time-out, in a distant and chilly place

and sobbing, she assumed no one would come to her aid. Then, Seamus, battling a

knew her dislike for the usual tea, so he would

her throat as she

"Miss."

"I caused a lot of mischief, and you had to clean up the mess for

smiled gently. "I'm your bodyguard. It's my job to

him. The way he gazed at her remained unchanged from her youth—gentle and attentive. Yet, for some

deep eyes revealed his soul, Seamus remained

pushing thoughts of him

Didn't you mention there was a mole? Did you find

spread and delicately applied it to the

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