Between Silence and Understanding
Julian couldn't be bothered to engage with Yana any longer.
He leaned back slightly in his seat, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest, golden eyes half-lidded as if the entire situation had already lost its worth in his mind.
"If talking sense could fix stubbornness," he muttered under his breath, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, "the world would be a much easier place."
Still—
He couldn't just sit by and watch the Tyson Family side with Lucas.
That would be handing over a future problem on a silver platter.
His gaze drifted toward the window, watching the faint blur of ground crew moving beneath the wing.
"Once someone picks the wrong side," he said quietly, almost to himself, "it's not just a mistake… it becomes fate."
A fate that drags everyone down with it.
He exhaled slowly, shifting in his seat, stretching his arms like he didn't have a care in the world.
But his eyes—
They were still watching.
Calculating.
