Rayan's Perspective
The weight of Kael's arms was suffocating. Not because they hurt—but because they didn't.
He wanted to scream, Yes, I opened the window! Yes, I want to run! But the words dissolved on his tongue. Kael's warmth, his steady heartbeat, the illusion of safety—Rayan hated how much he still clung to it.
At night, when Kael's breathing evened, Rayan pressed his face into the pillow and let silent tears soak through.
Why do I feel guilty for wanting to escape? Why do I feel like the villain here…?
The next note arrived the following morning, tucked into his folded clothes.
Well done. Now take the next step. Meet me. Midnight, fire escape on the west side. I'll be waiting.
Rayan's heart lurched painfully. Midnight. The choice felt like a blade pressed to his throat
Senna's Perspective
Senna adjusted her gloves, her reflection smiling back at her from the mirror. The thrill of the hunt burned hot in her veins.
