ログインWhen Diana returned home that evening, the house felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but waiting. The lights in the living room were on, casting a warm glow across the space, but it did little to ease the tension that settled the moment she stepped inside. She shut the door behind her slowly, her fingers lingering on the handle for a second longer than necessary, as if she needed that brief pause to gather herself before facing whatever was ahead.Merlin was already there.He wasn’t seated, wasn’t distracted, wasn’t pretending to be occupied with anything else. He stood just a few steps away from the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable but firm. It was clear he had been waiting, not just for her arrival, but for this moment.“We need to stop pretending everything is okay,” he said immediately she walked in, his voice calm but carrying a weight that settled heavily in the room.Diana slipped off her shoes slowly, placing the
Later that evening, Diana found herself returning to a place she had not visited in a long time, a quiet spot tucked away from the noise of the city where the world seemed to slow down just enough for her to breathe. It sat on a raised stretch overlooking almost the entire skyline, a place where the lights below flickered like scattered stars, distant and detached from the chaos they belonged to. She walked toward the edge slowly, her heels making soft, measured sounds against the concrete path, her arms folded lightly as if holding herself together.She stopped at the exact spot she used to stand years ago, the familiarity of it settling into her bones almost instantly. For a brief moment, she simply stood there, staring out at the endless stretch of buildings, cars, and movement, all of it so far away from where she was. The air was cooler up there, brushing gently against her skin, carrying with it a strange calm that she hadn’t realized she needed.She closed her eyes.Not for
That afternoon, Diana arrived at the lab earlier than usual, but for once, the familiar environment did not settle her the way it normally did. The place that had always been her anchor now felt slightly off, as if something invisible had shifted overnight. She dropped her bag on the desk and stood still for a moment, staring at the glass panels that separated the workstations, her thoughts scattered and difficult to gather.She tried to push everything aside and focus on the work in front of her. There were reports to review, samples to examine, and updates to coordinate with the team. Normally, she would have slipped into that rhythm easily, losing herself in the details, but today, her concentration came in fragments. Every few minutes, her mind drifted back to the morning, to Merlin’s silence, to the look on his face when she walked away to take that call.She exhaled slowly and forced herself to sit, opening the files in front of her. “Focus,” she muttered under her breath,
The next morning started quietly, but the tension carried over from the night before, lingering in the air like something neither of them wanted to acknowledge yet could not ignore. Diana woke earlier than usual, not because she had slept well, but because her mind had refused to rest. She lay still for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, replaying fragments of the previous night, especially that call, the tone of her own voice, and the weight it carried. When she finally got out of bed, she moved carefully, almost as if trying not to disturb something fragile around her.In Emma’s room, the little girl was already awake, sitting on the bed with her Bun-Bun tucked under her arm, humming to herself. Diana stood at the doorway for a moment, watching her quietly, and something in her chest softened. It was strange how such a small presence could bring a kind of calm she had not known she needed.“Good morning,” Diana said gently, stepping inside.Emma looked up immediately, her fa
Diana stood in the living room that evening, watching Merlin move around the kitchen like everything was perfectly normal, yet something about his silence made her uneasy. She could feel the difference clearly. “You’ve been quiet since morning,” she said finally, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. Merlin paused briefly, then continued what he was doing before responding, “I’ve been thinking, that’s all.” She didn’t like that answer. It felt too careful. She stepped closer. “Thinking about what?” Merlin glanced at her this time, his expression calm but guarded. “About us. About whether you really want to be here or you’re just trying to convince yourself that you want to.” Diana scoffed lightly, trying to brush it off. “You’re overthinking things, babe.” But Merlin didn’t respond again as he continued what he was doing.Later that night, the house had settled into a quiet calm that felt almost comforting after the subtle tension of earlier. The lights were dimmed, th
Merlin sat behind his desk, going through some documents, but his attention had been slipping for a while now. Ever since their conversation in the garden, his mind had not rested. He had replayed her hesitation over and over again, trying to understand it, trying to ignore it, trying to convince himself it meant nothing.The soft knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts.“Come in,” he said, his voice steady, though something inside him tightened.The door opened slowly, and Diana stepped in. She paused briefly at the entrance, like she was gathering herself, then walked in fully, closing the door behind her. There was something different about her presence. She looked like someone who had made a decision but had not fully come to terms with it.“About what you asked of me last time…” she began to say, her voice calm but careful, as though she was choosing every word before letting it out. “About moving in with you… let’s do it.”For a second, Merlin just stared at her.It
The lights in the private lounge were dimmer than the ballroom downstairs.Muted gold lamps cast soft shadows against leather couches and polished glass tables. The music from the gala filtered faintly through the walls, distant and almost unreal compared to the heavy silence inside the room.Henr
"Come on," Diana said softly, extending her hand toward Emma.Emma slipped her tiny fingers into Diana's palm without hesitation, her face glowing with pride. There was something so natural about it; the way the little girl reached without thinking, without any of the caution children sometimes ca
"We're not interested."Merlin's voice was firm. Final. Absolute.He stood up smoothly from his chair and began buttoning his coat with deliberate movements, his expression unreadable, his face a mask of professional composure.For a second, the words did not register in Henry's mind, bouncing off
“Let’s go to the conference room.”Merlin’s voice was flat. Controlled. Professional.He didn't wait for a response. He simply turned and began walking down the corridor, his polished shoes moving steadily against the glossy floor.Henry stood still for a brief second, feeling the weight in the air







