MasukELENAThe two days after that nightmare with Father dragged by in a weird blur. I didn’t see him once, not in the halls, not at meals, not even a shadow in the corner of my eye. Part of me was relieved. The other part kept waiting for him to pop up like a jump scare.I basically turned into a hermit. Stayed locked in my room, curtains half-drawn, phone in hand. The maids kept bringing food, fancy little plates of pastries, fruits cut into flowers, soups that smelled amazing. At least I was eating like a queen while hiding from my life.Silver linings, right?Until today.The door opened without a knock, and Mum swept in like she owned the air itself. She took one look at me buried under blankets on the chaise, phone glowing in my face, and planted her hands on her hips.“Do you want to turn into a mushroom that badly?”I blinked up at her, brain stalling. “What?”She sighed dramatically, crossed the room, and sat right next to me. Then she cupped my face in both hands, deadly serious.
ELENAI hovered near the bed, planning to sit as far from him as possible, but he didn’t even look up from the magazine.“No. Come sit next to me.”I cursed him in my head a million different ways, creative, colorful, vicious ones, before my legs moved on autopilot. I perched on the edge of the armchair beside him, close enough to smell that same heavy cologne that always made my skin crawl.He closed the magazine slowly, set it on the side table, and turned to face me.Then he just… looked.His eyes traveled over me like they had every right to, slow and deliberate, from my hair down to the red dress and back up again. I felt them everywhere, like ants marching across my skin.I wanted to shrink. To disappear.Instead I sat frozen, forcing my face to stay blank.Finally he spoke, voice soft, almost amused.“Going out with the person I ordered you to kill… are you trying to go against me, Ice?”My heart didn’t just drop. It plummeted. Crashed. Exploded somewhere around my feet.I star
KAELThe drive back was quiet, but the car still carried her scent, vanilla, soft and lingering, mixed with the faint sugar of candy floss. It wrapped around me like a blanket I didn’t want to shake off.The whole date kept replaying in my head, frame by frame. But the moment that changed everything wasn’t the song, or the way she sang with me, or even her hand in mine. It was earlier. In the car on the way there. When her thoughts had flooded in, loud and terrified.She wasn’t Ice.She wasn’t the assassin. Wasn’t my killer. Had never been trained, had none of the memories, none of the skills. Just a terrified girl who thought she was going to die because of a name she didn’t even choose.The second I heard it, something in me settled. Real peace. The kind I hadn’t felt in years. Even Leka, that dark, snarling part of me, had gone completely silent, retreating so deep I could barely sense him.El stirred, voice warm and smug.Our mate’s real name is Ariana.I let out a slow breath. “Y
ELENAWe stayed on that bench a little longer, just existing in the quiet after the song. No words, no need for them. Eventually the night air got cooler, and we wandered back through the market lights toward the car. My hand brushed his a couple times. Neither of us moved away.The drive home was different from the ride there. Not tense, not awkward. Just… comfortable. The kind of silence where you don’t have to fill it with noise. I leaned my head against the window and watched the city slide by, street lamps, sleeping shops, the occasional late-night wanderer. The car felt like it was moving suspiciously slow, like even the driver didn’t want the night to end.When the mansion gates came into view, my stomach dipped a little. Back to reality. Back to the family circus.Kael stopped the car just outside the main steps. He didn’t move to open the door. Just sat there, hands on the wheel, staring ahead.Then he spoke, voice low and careful.“Elena… about me locking you up.” He paused,
ELENAHe stayed frozen like that for what felt like forever. Head bowed, hands white-knuckled on the wheel, the car idling in the middle of the empty road. Minutes dragged by. I didn’t move, didn’t speak, just sat there with my heart hammering, waiting for the shift, for Leka’s cold voice, for everything to go wrong.Then, slowly, he lifted his head.His eyes met mine, softer than I’d ever seen them. Not the sharp intensity from earlier, not the icy blankness I dreaded. Just… soft. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Voice low, rough, like it hurt to get the words out.I didn’t ask what for. Didn’t push. He was a psycho, after all, certified, card-carrying, dual-personality-edition psycho. As long as Leka stayed buried, I could live with the weirdness.I just nodded, small and careful. “It’s okay.”He exhaled, flexed his fingers on the wheel, and started driving again like nothing had happened.The rest of the ride was quiet, but not the bad kind.We got to the cinema, a private one, of co
ELENAThe day before the date, I basically became a hermit.After that disaster of a breakfast and my brother’s table-slamming meltdown, I bolted to my room and didn’t come out. Not once. Not even for lunch or dinner. The maids brought trays, I mumbled thanks, and went straight back to hiding.Most of the day I spent sprawled on the chaise, phone in hand, doom-scrolling Reddit like my life depended on it. Memes, drama, people arguing about pineapple on pizza. Anything to keep my brain from replaying the way Father had stared at me from the balcony or the way my heart had stupidly fluttered when the guard said “date tomorrow.”At some point I opened the box again. Couldn’t help it.The red gown was still perfect. Sleek, dangerous, exactly the kind of dress that says “I know what I’m doing” even if the person wearing it absolutely does not. I touched the fabric one more time and felt that same twist in my gut.Oh God. Was I actually starting to fall for this guy?{Yes. One hundred perce







