Maddox's PoV:
I leaned against the cool metal of the lockers long after the hallway had emptied, arms folded tight across my chest, replaying the moment on a loop that felt almost too sweet to be real.
Kianna walked into the cafeteria with Mordred.Not just walking, but her hand was lightly on his arm, guiding him like he was something fragile she was worried might break.
Her voice was soft, concerned, asking if he'd eaten anything yet. Him looking like absolute hell—pale as paper, dark circles carved deep under his eyes, shoulders hunched like he'd carried the weight of the world all night and still letting her fuss over him.
The Irony, he's always acting like a motherfucken baby In front of her, it's sick to watch.
And me?
I'd given them nothing more than a quick, casual smile. The kind you flash at someone you vaguely recognize from a class two years ago. Polite, distant and completely unbothered.
