LOGIN“Target identified.”Her grip tightens around my wrist.Cold.Unbreakable.Wrong.Everything about this is wrong.“Maria—”Too late.She moves.Fast.Precise.Deadly.Her other hand comes up—straight for my throat.I twist just in time, breaking the angle—but not the impact. Her strike glances off my shoulder, still hard enough to send pain shooting down my arm.She doesn’t hesitate.Doesn’t pause.Doesn’t feel.She attacks again.Lower this time.Faster.I block—barely—catch her wrist—try to hold her still.“Stop!” I snap.She doesn’t.Her knee drives up—I shift—take the hit against my side instead of my ribs—pain explodes—but I hold on.“Maria, it’s me!”No response.Her eyes—empty.Focused.Locked on me like I’m a threat.Like I’m—nothing.Behind her—Adrian watches.Calm.Satisfied.“Remarkable, isn’t it?” he says.I don’t look at him.Can’t.Because if I take my focus off her for one second—I lose.“She’s adapting to you,” he continues. “Learning your patterns in real t
“Say something.”My voice sounds wrong.Too tight.Too sharp.Like it’s barely holding together.Maria doesn’t answer.She just stands there.Still.Composed.Perfectly… empty.“Maria.”Nothing.Not even a flicker.Not even a breath out of place.Like she’s already gone.Something inside me cracks.“Look at me.”She does.Immediately.Obedient.Controlled.And that—That’s worse than if she ignored me.“Do you know who I am?” I ask.Silence.Then—“Yes.”My heart stops.Hope—violent, desperate—surges through me.“Then say it.”A pause.One second.Two.Then—“Leon Vitorino.”Flat.Precise.Emotionless.The hope dies instantly.Because she didn’t feel it.She just… identified it.Like data.Like information.Like I don’t mean anything.“Not like that,” I say, stepping closer. “Say it again.”No response.“Say it like you know me.”Nothing.My chest tightens.Breathing gets harder.Faster.Louder.“She recognizes you,” Adrian says casually behind me. “That’s already progress.”“Shut up.
“Stop.”My voice comes out rough.Not a command.A warning.A breaking point.Maria collapses.Her body hits the concrete with a hollow sound that echoes louder than anything else in the room.“Maria!”I’m already moving.Too fast.Too late.She’s shaking.Violently.Her fingers claw at the ground like she’s trying to hold onto something that’s slipping away.Air.Control.Herself.“Turn it off,” I say again, my voice lower now.Deadlier.Adrian doesn’t move.Doesn’t blink.“This is what refusal looks like,” he says calmly.I drop to my knees beside her.My hands hover for half a second—afraid to touch—afraid I’ll make it worse—Then I grab her shoulders.“Hey—hey, look at me,” I say, forcing my voice steady.Her eyes flicker.Unfocused.Lost.“Leon…” she gasps, barely audible.Relief cuts through the panic.She’s still there.Still fighting.“Stay with me,” I say quickly. “Just stay with me.”Her body jerks again.Harder this time.A broken sound escapes her throat.Something insid
“No.”The word detonates across the room.Sharp. Final. Unbreakable.I don’t even remember deciding to say it.I just know—It’s the only answer that exists.“Leon—” Maria’s voice trembles behind me.I don’t look at her.Because if I do—If I see doubt in her eyes—If I see hesitation—I might soften.And I don’t have that luxury.Not here.Not with him.Adrian watches me carefully.Studying.Calculating.Like this is still part of his plan.“You’re rejecting the offer?” he asks calmly.“I’m rejecting you,” I reply.A pause.Then—A slow smile.“Bold.”“No,” I correct, my voice dropping lower. “Necessary.”Silence stretches.Tight.Heavy.Then—“You understand the consequences?” Adrian asks.“Yes.”“Say them.”My jaw tightens.But I say it anyway.“She stays.”“And?”“She loses herself.”“And?”I meet his gaze directly.“I lose her.”The words hit harder than anything else in this room.But I don’t look away.I don’t flinch.“Good,” Adrian says softly. “At least you’re honest.”Maria
“Choose.”The word cracks through the room before I can breathe.Adrian doesn’t raise his voice.He doesn’t need to.Because everything about this moment is already suffocating.I can feel it—pressing in.Tight.Unforgiving.My eyes lock onto Leon.He’s still restrained.Still bleeding.Still watching me like I matter.Like I’m still me.And that—that’s what makes this harder.“Don’t,” he says quietly.Just one word.But it cuts through everything.Adrian smiles faintly.“Interesting,” he murmurs. “Even now, you influence her.”“I’m not influencing anything,” Leon replies. “She decides.”“No,” Adrian corrects. “She reacts.”My hands tremble.Not from fear.From pressure.From everything crashing back at once.“Maria.”My name.Soft.From Leon.I almost break.“Look at me.”I don’t want to.Because I know what I’ll see.Hope.And I don’t deserve that.Not after what I’ve done.Not after what I might do next.“Look at me,” he repeats.And this time—I do.His eyes don’t waver.Don’t j
“Wake him.”Cold water slams into my face.I jerk forward, coughing, dragging in air like I’ve been buried alive. My vision snaps into focus—too fast, too sharp—and the first thing I see is concrete.Gray.Cracked.Stained.Blood.Mine.Good.That means I’m still alive.“For now.”Adrian’s voice.Of course.I lift my head slowly.Every movement hurts.My ribs burn. My arm feels like it’s been torn apart. My head—pounding.But none of that matters.“Where is she?”No greeting.No hesitation.Just the question.Adrian watches me from across the room, hands in his pockets, calm as ever.“You wake up,” he says, almost amused, “and that’s your first concern.”“Yes.”A pause.Then a faint smile.“Interesting.”I test my restraints.Metal.Tight.Reinforced.Expected.“You’re wasting time,” I say.“Am I?”I look up at him fully now.Cold.Focused.“If she’s hurt—”“She’s alive.”The words hit instantly.Relief—sharp.Immediate.Dangerous.I don’t show it.“Where.”Adrian takes a step closer







