Chapter 32 My Name Is Zachary Gambino

• Zachary's eyes fluttered open, widening in disbelief and awe as he took in the sight before him. Yulian's presence, from head to toe, inside and out, seemed to etch itself indelibly into Zachary's consciousness.
• Despite the deep, ink-like darkness of the night, Yulian stood illuminated, a beacon of hope that Zachary had yearned for, day and night. It was as if a brilliant light had pierced through the prolonged darkness, reigniting the long-dormant embers of passion within Zachary's weary heart.
• With his body supported by a leg marred by injury, Zachary's frame shook visibly, a mix of disbelief, overwhelming joy, and sheer incredulity painting his features. His voice, rough and laced with uncertainty, barely managed to utter, “Yul?”