I went downstairs, still reeling from the chaos that had unfolded upstairs, my mind tangled in a mess of confusion and and a little bit of anger.
When I reached the living room, Elvin was already there, in the middle of some kind of tantrum. He was throwing things around vases, picture frames, anything he could get his hands on. The place looked like a war zone. "Where is she? Where the hell is Anne?" Elvin screamed, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm not leaving until I see her. I need to pay my respects before I leave." His words were laced with something darker, a mix of rage and what seemed like possessiveness. He wasn't making any sense. I stood there in the doorway, watching as Elvin continued his rampage, smashing anything he could find. Every crash of glass echoed through the room, adding to the suffocating tension in the air. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get worse, I saw him. WithouI didn’t scream when the door slammed behind the guard. I didn’t shout when Elena's shadow disappeared into the hallway. I just stood there, fists clenched, breathing in too hard and too fast for someone who was supposed to be calm. But calm? No. Calm was a luxury. And right now, I was the moon’s chosen, sitting in a palace that looked like a dream and felt like a cage. I looked around at the green-gold room. Expensive drapes. Antique mirrors. Gold-lined wood carvings. Velvet pillows I hadn’t touched. All of it beautiful. All of it meaningless. I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection. My face. It should be enough. Elena said it was enough. That I made every cloth look good. That I held a face card no one could compete with. But I couldn’t make him show up. I couldn’t make him choose me. I tore the cloak off my shoulders and threw it over the armchair. It didn’t belong to me. Just like Riverdale didn’t belong to me. I was a guest. A piece of meat. A source of power e
Han's POV Tyler burst out of the room, face flushed, lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn't. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving a strange heat in the air. And then Azazel walked in. Expressionless, as always. I turned to face her. I was expecting something some snide remark about Tyler, a quip laced with her usual brutal honesty. But she didn't say a word. She just stood there, still and silent, like a statue with secrets. She didn't want to meddle. Or maybe she remembered me telling her not to. But still... I wanted her to. I wanted her to say something anything. Her silence was louder than any judgment she could throw, and it was clawing at me. I cleared my throat. "Do you have anything to say about him?" She blinked behind her glasses. "About who?" I tilted my head. "Tyler." She walked over, s
Tyler's POV I showed up at Eric's place like a ghost dragging my own guilt behind me. I didn't call. Didn't text. I just needed to see Anne look her in the eyes and say the words I should've said weeks ago. The house was quiet, eerily so. It felt strange being back here, like revisiting a dream that had long turned sour. Eric opened the door, shirt slightly wrinkled, hair tousled like he hadn't really slept. He looked at me for a second, then stepped aside. "Come in." We sat in the living room. The silence between us stretched like it had teeth. It had been months since either of us had really called this place home. Eventually, he brought out a bottlewhiskey, of course and poured us both a glass. We drank. The burn settled in my chest, but it didn't help. "I came to see Anne," I finally said, my voice low. "She around?" Eric didn't an
Tyler's POV"Follow me, Tyler," Han said, calm as ever, even while Elvin and Jisoo were still throwing daggers at me with their eyes.I peeled myself off the emotional floor. I was drained. Mentally, emotionally, physically—but I straightened my spine and followed him anyway. What else was I supposed to do? I could feel Jisoo's glare at my back like a slap. Honestly, what's her problem? She's been on edge with me since day one. Is she secretly into Han or something? Gross. If she is, then she better get over it. Because whatever this thing is between me and Han, it's real. It's confusing, but it's real.He walked up the stairs like a storm that finally decided to rest. When he reached his room, he entered, but I stopped just outside.He turned, eyes unreadable. "Enter," he said.My heart did this annoying little ache. Like it had been waiting to hear that word all day.I stepped in.He closed the door behind me with a so
---Anne's POVThe morning light creeps in slow, golden and merciless. It cuts through the sheer curtains and lands directly on my face. I blink, squint, and slowly become aware of the warmth behind me, the steady rise and fall of breath at my neck, the strong arm draped lazily across my waist.Eric.Everything comes rushing back like a wave slamming against the rocks.The kisses. The slow burning touches. The way he whispered my name like a confession he was too scared to admit in daylight. The way I stopped thinking about right or wrong and let my body answer for me.We had sex.Not just sex—something more. It was careful and hungry, soft in places but desperate in others. It felt like something we shouldn't have done but needed to do. A secret, sealed under the weight of years of silence and forbidden thoughts.I should feel guilty.I should be panicking.But in that moment, I just
I went downstairs, still reeling from the chaos that had unfolded upstairs, my mind tangled in a mess of confusion and and a little bit of anger. When I reached the living room, Elvin was already there, in the middle of some kind of tantrum. He was throwing things around vases, picture frames, anything he could get his hands on. The place looked like a war zone. "Where is she? Where the hell is Anne?" Elvin screamed, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm not leaving until I see her. I need to pay my respects before I leave." His words were laced with something darker, a mix of rage and what seemed like possessiveness. He wasn't making any sense. I stood there in the doorway, watching as Elvin continued his rampage, smashing anything he could find. Every crash of glass echoed through the room, adding to the suffocating tension in the air. And then, just when I thought it couldn't get worse, I saw him. Withou