Mag-log inELON’S POVI used to think finding the truth would finally make me feel complete.For so long, I had searched for answers about myself, believing that once I understood every missing piece, every unanswered question would stop haunting me.But I had been wrong.The truth did not fix everything.It did not erase the fear.It did not remove the scars left behind by everything I had lost.What changed everything was not discovering where I came from.It was discovering who stayed.I looked at Fort.He was standing by the window, his expression calm as always, but I knew him well enough now to notice the small details.The way his shoulders remained tense even when he was trying to relax.The way his mind was still working even when there was nothing left to solve.The way he carried the weight of everything without ever admitting it was heavy.I smiled slightly.“What?” he asked without turning around.I raised an eyebrow.“You knew I was looking at you?”“I always know when you’re looki
ELON’S POVI used to think finding the truth would finally make me feel complete.For so long, I had searched for answers about myself, believing that once I understood every missing piece, every unanswered question would stop haunting me.But I had been wrong.The truth did not fix everything.It did not erase the fear.It did not remove the scars left behind by everything I had lost.What changed everything was not discovering where I came from.It was discovering who stayed.I looked at Fort.He was standing by the window, his expression calm as always, but I knew him well enough now to notice the small details.The way his shoulders remained tense even when he was trying to relax.The way his mind was still working even when there was nothing left to solve.The way he carried the weight of everything without ever admitting it was heavy.I smiled slightly.“What?” he asked without turning around.I raised an eyebrow.“You knew I was looking at you?”“I always know when you’re looki
ELON’S POVThe message was still on my phone, but the words no longer carried the same power they were supposed to have.For years, people had controlled my life through fear.They hid answers from me.They made decisions before I even knew there was a choice to make.They turned my existence into something they could measure, analyze, and manipulate.But they had made one mistake.They assumed that knowing my past meant owning my future.And they were wrong.I looked at Fort standing beside me, his expression guarded as he studied the message, already trying to determine who sent it and how much danger it represented.It should have frightened me.A threat against him should have made me panic.Instead, I felt something else.Clarity.Because the person they were threatening to take away was the same person who had spent every moment reminding me that I belonged to myself.They had underestimated what that meant.“Fort.”He looked at me immediately.“What?”I held his gaze.“I’m not
FORT’S POVI used to believe that the most dangerous moments were the ones where everything was loud.The sound of weapons.The sound of alarms.The sound of people making threats they were prepared to carry out.But I had learned something different tonight.Sometimes the most dangerous moments were the quiet ones.The moments when someone had finally found something worth protecting.Because once you cared about something, every decision became heavier.And Elon had become that for me.Not a responsibility.Not a mission.Not someone I was assigned to protect.Someone I chose.The thought was still unfamiliar.Not because I did not understand what I felt.Because I did.That was the problem.For someone like me, feelings had always been easier to control when they stayed unnamed.But Elon had never allowed things to remain simple.He challenged every belief I had built around myself.He made me question why I thought caring was dangerous.Why I believed distance was safer.Why I had
ELON’S POVAfter Gabriel left, the silence that followed felt heavier than the conversation itself.The room was still filled with everything I had learned, every truth that had been forced into my hands, every question that remained unanswered.A successor.A project.A purpose.Those words continued to circle my mind, fighting for space with memories of everything I had lost and everything I had discovered.But through all of it, there was one thing that felt clear.Fort.He was still there.Not because he was ordered to be.Not because it was part of some plan.Because he chose to stay.And somehow, that meant more than any explanation I had received tonight.I watched him from where I stood.He had returned to that familiar state of focus, his mind already moving ahead, already trying to calculate every possible danger waiting for us.It was the same expression he wore whenever he was trying to protect everyone.The same expression he wore when he was pretending he wasn’t carrying
ELON’S POVThe message on Fort’s phone stayed on the screen long after I had finished reading it.They were never trying to bring you back, Elon. They were trying to activate you.The words were simple, but the meaning behind them felt like another door opening into a room I was not sure I wanted to enter.I had spent so long believing the truth would finally bring me peace.I thought once I knew where I came from, once I understood why people had spent years watching me, manipulating me, and hiding things from me, the confusion would disappear.But every answer only seemed to reveal another question waiting behind it.Fort noticed the way my expression changed before I even said anything.He always noticed.“You’re blaming yourself,” he said quietly.I looked away.“I’m trying to understand.”“That’s not what I said.”His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it. Something that told me he knew exactly what was happening inside my head.I let out a slow breath.“What if ever
FORT’S POVGod, I loathed this moment.Not because Laila was seated directly across from me, though her mere presence was a surging irritation that I had begrudgingly come to accept as a constant in my life.No.What truly gnawed at me was the haunting familiarity of it all.The seamlessness with w
FORT’S POVThere were very few sounds that could irk me on a deeply spiritual level. The sudden creaking of a boardroom door swinging open at precisely the wrong moment, however, ranked alarmingly high on that list.We had barely returned from Adrian’s unwelcome reappearance—a specter I had hoped t
ELON’S POVIn my opinion, there ought to be a legal cap on how many former romantic entanglements one person can accumulate. Fort had now far surpassed what I deemed a tolerable limit. Not that I was keeping score. Okay, maybe I was definitely keeping score.Across the dimly lit office, Adrian loun
FORT’S POVThere were many things I disliked.Manipulation ranked predictably high.Symbolic gestures designed for psychological disruption ranked even higher.The access pass currently being held by security qualified as both.I took it from the guard with measured restraint.The laminated card gl







