MasukIvan.The house felt… normal.That was the unsettling part.Nothing about it matched the weight sitting in my chest.Voices downstairs.Cutlery faintly clinking.Doors opening and closing like any other day.Like nothing had shifted.Like the world hadn’t quietly tilted under our feet.I stood by the window in my room, fingers resting against the frame, my gaze unfocused as it drifted past the compound walls.Cars moved.People lived.And yet—It had already begun.The seer’s voice didn’t echo.It didn’t need to.It stayed.Quiet. Certain.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face.Gianna.The image of her earlier slipped in without warning.The way she paused before answering.The slight tension behind her eyes.The way she said “I’m fine” like she needed it to be true.My jaw tightened.That wasn’t just stress.I knew stress.That wasn’t it.A knock sounded at my door.Firm. Familiar.“Come in.”The door opened, and Dad stepped in, closing it behind him.No hesitation.No small
Gianna.I didn’t know how to feel about going to school today.Not in the dramatic way, I hate school kind of way.Just… blank.Like my emotions showed up late and didn’t bother explaining themselves.I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, staring at my reflection like it might tell me something useful. My eyes looked the same. My face looked the same.But something underneath it all felt… off.Tired didn’t even cover it.It was deeper than that.Like my body had been running all night without me.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled slowly.“I don’t even care enough to care,” I muttered under my breath.I grabbed my bag anyway.Because life doesn’t pause just because you feel like you’re unraveling quietly.Ivan was already waiting downstairs.Of course he was.Leaning slightly against the car, phone in hand, but not really using it. The moment he heard my footsteps, his head lifted, eyes finding mine immediately.That small shift in his expression…It didn’t g
Gianna.The ride back felt longer than it should have.Not because of the distance.Because of everything sitting quietly between it.The moment we stepped out, mum was already there.Waiting.Like she hadn’t just been told something that could split everything open and leave nothing the same.Her eyes found mine immediately.And something in them softened… just a little too much.“Mum—”She didn’t let me finish.Her arms wrapped around me before I could even process it. Tight. Careful. Like she was trying not to break something fragile.Or maybe… like she thought I already was.I stood there for a second.Stiff. Unsure.Then slowly—I melted into it.My fingers curled lightly into the back of her shirt, gripping just enough to ground myself. She smelled the same. Warm. Familiar. Safe.And for a moment—everything else went quiet.She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hand coming up to cup my face, her thumb brushing lightly over my cheek like she needed to feel that I was st
Gianna.The seer didn’t look at him.Her eyes were still on me.“I know why you came.”A pause.Then—“It has already begun.”My brows pulled together before I could stop it.“What has?” I asked.Her head tilted slightly.Not confused.Not surprised.Just… interested.“You feel it,” she said.Not a question.A statement.My fingers twitched faintly at my sides.And right on cue—that pressure behind my eyes pulsed again.Sharp.Quick.Gone before I could fully react.I swallowed.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”Her lips curved faintly.Not a smile.Something quieter.Something that made it feel like she knew exactly what I was trying not to say.“You will.”Silence settled again.Heavier now.Thicker.Like the room itself was listening.Ivan stepped forward slightly beside me.“We were told there’s a way to break it,” he said, his voice steady. Controlled.Her gaze finally shifted to him.Slow.Measured.“There is.”The words didn’t feel like relief.They didn’t open anythin
Gianna.The moment his lips left mine, the world didn’t rush back in the way I expected it to.It didn’t crash. Didn’t flood.It just… hovered.Like everything around me had paused mid-breath, waiting. Not for him. Not for anything outside of me.For me.Ivan’s hand was still at my waist, his thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of my shirt in slow, absent movements. Not impatient. Not demanding. Just… there. Like he needed that small contact to stay grounded.Or maybe that was me.I didn’t move.Because moving meant thinking.And thinking meant going back to it.Break the mate bond.The words didn’t hit like a punch. Not this time.They settled.Slow. Heavy. Unavoidable.My chest tightened, but it wasn’t sharp panic. It wasn’t that drowning feeling I was used to when things got too real.This was quieter.Deeper.Like something inside me had stopped reacting… and started listening instead.I stepped back slightly.Not away from him.Just enough to breathe.His hand slipped from
Gianna.The silence that followed my question felt heavier than the words that came before it.Ivan didn’t speak.Marcus didn’t either.And that… that was worse.Because silence only ever shows up when the truth is already too close to the surface.My pulse slowed in a strange way. Not calm. Just focused. Like my body was preparing for impact before my mind caught up.“I asked a question,” I said again, softer this time, but sharper underneath.Ivan shifted slightly.I noticed it immediately.That small movement he always made when he was trying to decide between honesty and protection.Marcus finally let out a breath.“Gianna—”“No,” I cut in quickly, my voice firmer now. “Don’t do that. Don’t start with my name like it’s supposed to calm me down.”Something flickered across Marcus’s face. Not anger. More like… understanding he didn’t want to have.Ivan stepped forward half a step.“Gia, it’s not what you think—”“That’s exactly what people say when it is what I think.”My chest tigh
Gianna.My legs stayed rooted to the spot.Like the ground had wrapped itself around my ankles and decided I wasn’t allowed to move anymore.I could still see her.Rue.The way her shoulders tensed. The way she didn’t even hesitate before walking away. The way she didn’t look back.Not once.My che
Gianna.I woke up a little late.Not the normal kind of late where you shoot up in panic and start scrambling for time. No. This was different.This was the kind where you’re awake… but not really moving.I had been staring at the ceiling for God knows how long, my eyes tracing the faint cracks lik
Gianna.The conversation didn’t end.It just… loosened its grip.Like something too tight, finally letting go, but still leaving marks behind.When I closed my room door, the silence rushed in to meet me, wrapping around me in a way that felt both comforting and suffocating. I leaned back against
Gianna.The silence didn’t just linger.It thickened.Like the air had settled in the room and decided it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.Mum was still pacing, her steps uneven now, her fingers dragging through her hair as though she could physically pull answers from the strands. Her breaths came qui







