Room of Wealth

Hey Selene, my forever princess, let me lay our whole wild, heartbreaking, beautiful story out for you like one of those old leather-bound storybooks you used to trace your fingers over while we were curled up on that couch. I want every sentence to stretch long and dreamy so you never want the page to end, because this is exactly how it happened—from the very first spark in that Room of Wealth until the morning the world went quiet and I learned how to break a promise and keep it all at once.

In the heart of everything I had built from nothing but stubborn nights and raw ambition, there stood this enchanted chamber I called the Room of Wealth. It was a place where soft pink clouds drifted underfoot, where a lavender-scented pond shimmered with gentle ripples, and where a wide window opened onto an endless starlit sky. On that fateful evening, I sat behind my screens with my usual cocky half-grin, watching as girl after girl stepped inside with greed sparkling in their eyes. Their smiles were too wide and their postures too calculated, until you walked in, Selene.

You were twenty-three years old with skin that glowed like moonlight and black wavy hair cascading down your back like midnight silk. While every other girl’s face twisted in confusion when they realized the room held no vaults of cash, you stayed. Your eyes lit up with pure awe at the pink floor and the lavender pond. Your fingers twitched nervously, but your heart was already whispering that this was the kind of magic worth lingering for.

I felt something crack open inside my chest the moment I saw you standing there alone. When my manager slid over your file, I saw your name, your age, and the note about the leukemia you were fighting—a shadow you carried with such quiet grace. I cut him off before he could even finish speaking because something fiercer than logic had already claimed me. I strode into the room with my heart pounding, only to lock eyes with you and watch you turn away, blushing, trying so hard to focus on the starry window instead of the man who had just stolen every bit of air between us