Elara’s POV
I’ve known since I was little that my parents were deeply in love.
When I was a child, I’d often wake up in the middle of the night and see the living room lights still on. My mom would be on the couch going through documents, and my dad would be right there with her. Sometimes he wouldn’t be doing anything at all—just leaning against her, quietly flipping through a book.
They were never really apart.
Even when Mom had to appear in court or travel for cases, Dad would always find time to go see her.
I still remember one time, after she had just wrapped up a major project. She was exhausted and fell asleep right there on the couch. Dad didn’t say a word—he simply lifted her gently and carried her back to the bedroom.
The care at that moment… like he was holding the most pr
