Mag-log in(Kael’s POV)
I don’t rush. Never have. The hallway is quiet, almost empty, the echoes of fading footsteps bouncing softly off the walls. Aaron is beside me, talking, jabbering about some nonsense I barely register. Half my attention is on him, the other half… elsewhere. She’s been on my mind more than she should be. She wasn’t in class yesterday. That absence—small, insignificant to anyone else—settled somewhere inside me like a quiet warning I can’t ignore. And then, she’s there. She rounds the corner fast, bag clutched tight at her side, eyes fixed on the floor. She doesn’t see me. Her shoulder collides with mine before I can blink. Light, but enough to make her stumble. My hand moves automatically, resting on her waist. Not rough. Not soft. Just firm, enough to hold her steady. She freezes under my touch. Breath hitches. A faint, quick inhale, just enough to notice. I don’t move. Her eyes snap up. Vera Bradley. Of course. Wide-eyed for a moment, then controlled, professional. She straightens herself, forcing control over every inch of her posture. She’s about to step away. I let her. But I speak first. Words slide out before I even think. “Ehi, bella… guarda dove stai andando.” Italian. Thick. Calm. Deliberate. (Hey, beautiful… watch where you’re going.) No smile. No apology. Aaron freezes beside me, a faint hitch in his breathing. Shock. Surprise. He knows me. He knows I don’t speak like this. Not to women. Not in Italian, not in any way. And yet… here I am. She stiffens, but she doesn’t move. Breath flutters just slightly, chest rising under her blouse. My fingers linger on her waist for an extra heartbeat before I pull away. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak, doesn’t even glance at me. She adjusts her bag and steps past us, keeping her pace, keeping her dignity. Interesting. Most people would glance back, apologize, maybe even blush. Not her. She keeps her distance, her control, her grace. And that—subtle as it is—catches me. Aaron exhales audibly beside me. “Since when do you call women bella?” I don’t answer. Not because I can’t. Because the truth is heavier than words. I didn’t call her that as a compliment. Not really. I called her that because she collided with me like she didn’t know what she just ran into. Because she didn’t flinch. Didn’t falter. Didn’t even acknowledge the danger she was brushing past. Her restraint, her composure… it says everything I need to know. I resume walking, shoulders loose, face calm, betraying nothing. But inside… something shifted. Quietly. Just enough to matter. Aaron continues jabbering, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind. I don’t listen. My gaze follows her, long after she’s gone. The sway of her bag, the sharp rhythm of her steps, the controlled tension in her posture—every detail stays with me. The hallway feels empty now. But I can still sense her. Her presence lingers, subtle, magnetic, dangerous. It wraps around me, claws under my skin, and won’t let go. I know one thing. One indisputable truth. This… this encounter will not be the last.Kael was quiet for a moment not because he did not have an answer, he had not expected that question Out of everything Vera could have asked, he had expected questions about her parents, about leaving, about staying, maybe even about him Not Lina Vera folded her arms "Well?" Kael looked at her properly you have been carrying that around all day?" You did not answer me A small breath escaped him Kael rested his forearms against the balcony railing before looking out toward the dark gardens below When my father rescued me from the organization, with some of the other children, His voice remained calm "Some younger, Some older, Some with nowhere to go after everything was over The evening breeze moved through the balcony Neither of them looked away My father opened a shelter That surprised her Kael glanced toward her briefly It started small He shrugged, then it became bigger For them? Yes What happened to the children after? They stayed as long as th
The morning did not feel different in any dramatic way, nothing in the house announced that anything had changed, but Vera felt it the moment she opened her eyes because nobody came rushing in to check on her, nobody called her name from the hallway, nobody tried to fill the silence the way they usually did, and for a few seconds she just lay there staring at the ceiling wondering if this was what it meant when people said space could feel heavier than noise.When she finally stepped out, the house was already awake. She heard movement before she saw anyone, footsteps down the corridor, the faint sound of dishes somewhere far away, a chair dragging lightly across the floor, and when she reached the dining area she noticed immediately that everyone was there but nobody was doing too much. Marco sat in his usual place, Elena was already pouring tea she did not really need to pour, Adrian was reading something without really reading it, Xavier was staring at Vera like he had been waitin
The room downstairs wasn’t loud when Vera and Kael walked in, but it wasn’t quiet either. It had that strange kind of silence that only happens when people are pretending they’re not waiting for something. Marco was seated like he had been there for a while longer than necessary, Elena had her hands folded neatly in her lap but her eyes kept drifting to Vera, Adrian stood near the window like he was trying to make himself invisible on purpose, and Xavier—of course—looked like he was the only one who didn’t understand the seriousness of the atmosphere, even though he definitely did. Kael released Vera’s hand first, enough to remind her they were no longer in that space where everything felt easy She didn’t look at him immediately, that alone was already enough to make Marco notice Marco leaned slightly forward. “Vera please sit" Vera sat first. Kael stayed standing for a second longer than necessary before taking the seat beside her, not too close, not too far either Elena
Xavier that's my foodXavier didn't even look guilty, He picked up another piece from Vera's plate and took a bite before answering"I know."Vera stared at himThen why are you eating it?Sibling taxSibling tax isn't a real thingIt is nowit absolutely is notit is if I'm your brotherVera looked toward Adrian, Please tell him he's insaneAdrian calmly took a sip of coffee"He's insane."Thank youBut he's also rightVera looked betrayed "What?"Adrian shruggedSibling taxAcross the table, Elena laughed into her cup Marco lowered his newspaper.I see we've reached the stage where my children are stealing from each otherYour son is stealing from me, Vera corrected"your Brother" Elena corrected automatically.The table went quiet for a second. Not awkward, Just enough for everyone to notice what she'd saidElena seemed to realize it a second later. Her eyes widened slightly before she looked down at her coffee. Marco smiled without saying anythingXavier immediately reached for an
Kael barely slept. Most of the night was spent inside his office staring at reports he never actually read. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Vera standing at the entrance in Elena’s arms while Marco looked like a man surviving resurrection For years, Kael had accepted two things as facts Aria was dead And nothing stolen by the organization ever came back whole. Now suddenly both facts were wrong A quiet knock came against the office door before Lucian walked in without waiting for permission Kael didn’t look up immediately Silence settled briefly before Lucian glanced toward the window How’s she handling it? Kael leaned back slowly. “Better than I expected.” That bad? Kael laughed once without humor. She found out her entire life was built on lies, discovered her dead family is alive, reunited with them and somehow still hasn’t murdered Aaron Lucian nodded thoughtfully. “Impressive honestly" Kael rubbed a hand over his face before speaking quieter
Vera’s POV The room still felt unreal. Heavy with years of grief, shock, relief and emotions nobody in this house fully knew how to handle yet. My mother still held my hand tightly on the couch like letting go would somehow make me disappear again. My father sat beside her silently, watching me with the kind of expression that made my chest ache every time I looked at him too long. Like he was still convincing himself I existed. Adrian stayed quieter than everyone else, but I caught him staring sometimes too. Small glances. Careful ones. Like he was trying to memorize every detail before reality changed its mind again. Xavier was gone upstairs with Kael and Lucian. Honestly? That somehow made the entire house feel incomplete. Aaron leaned back against the armchair before looking between all of us again. “So… I feel like nobody appreciates how insane this situation actually is.” Lina looked exhausted already. “Aaron.” “No seriously,” he continued. Imagine explaining this to
The room was silent except for the occasional drip from a broken pipe. Vera pressed herself against the far wall, every bruise throbbing, every movement sharp with pain. Lina crouched beside her, arms wrapped around herself, trembling, afraid to make a sound. Neither dared speak. A
Kael’s phone buzzed quietly. Aaron’s voice came through, clipped, controlled. “I checked her apartment.”Kael didn’t react immediately. He stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at the city lights. “Give me the details.”Aaron inhaled. “At first glance… it looked normal. Clean. Organized
Kael’s fingers hovered over the city map. Every red dot pulsed in his system. One moved differently. Slow, deliberate, dangerous—but not random. He didn’t need Aaron to point it out. Something was off. Aaron leaned closer, whispering, “Kael… it’s this building. Underground, minimal traffic. Whoeve
The room was quiet in the way only powerful men allowed it to be.One man knelt on the concrete floor, blood pooling beneath his hands, breath ragged, eyes wide with regret that had come far too late. Kael stood in front of him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, expression unreadable. No anger. No satisf







