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Intro. Tristan Theodore Del Rosario lived between two lives. To the world he left behind, he was the heir of a powerful dynasty, bound by duty and burdened by privilege. To the world he embraced, he was simply Tristan—an artist who found meaning in color, in silence, and in love.
It was after turning his back on the glittering prison of high society that he met her. She was light where he had known only shadow, warmth where he had felt only constraint. She became his anchor, his joy, his reminder that freedom was worth the price of exile.
But she knew nothing of the name he had buried, nor of the empire that still whispered his absence. To her, he was just a man with paint-stained hands and a tender heart. And Tristan intended to keep it that way, even if it meant living every day with the quiet fear that truth might one day find them.
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Intro. Tristan Theodore Del Rosario lived between two lives. To the world he left behind, he was the heir of a powerful dynasty, bound by duty and burdened by privilege. To the world he embraced, he was simply Tristan—an artist who found meaning in color, in silence, and in love.
It was after turning his back on the glittering prison of high society that he met her. She was light where he had known only shadow, warmth where he had felt only constraint. She became his anchor, his joy, his reminder that freedom was worth the price of exile.
But she knew nothing of the name he had buried, nor of the empire that still whispered his absence. To her, he was just a man with paint-stained hands and a tender heart. And Tristan intended to keep it that way, even if it meant living every day with the quiet fear that truth might one day find them.
Tristan Theodore Del Rosario
@Vidia
Tristan Theodore Del Rosario