Se connecter"What are those flowers called?" Fiora tilted her head slightly as she looked at a cluster of small, bright orange blossoms.
She had never seen them before. There weren't many flowers at the shelter. The grounds were filled with neat green lawns and towering shade trees. Clean. Comfortable. Practical. But nowhere near as colorful as the garden surrounding the island's mansion. "They're beautiful," Fiora said with a smile. Riven followed her gaze before replying, "Honestly, I don't know much about flowers. Vael's the one who usually takes care of this garden." He smiled. "But if you like them, I'll pick some for you." Fiora looked at him, her eyes widening. "So... Vael planted them?" Riven didn't answer. Instead, he walked toward the patch of bright orange flowers in one corner of the garden. He crouched down and carefully picked several stems. Once he was satisfied, he returned to Fiora, who was still sitting on the swing. "The flowers are just as beautiful as you are," he said with a charming smile, offering them to her. "Thank you, Riven." Fiora accepted them happily. "They're absolutely beautiful." It had been a long time since a man had given her fresh, fragrant flowers. "Tsk." Riven clicked his tongue. "You're too innocent." Fiora looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" "Alright, alright." He sighed dramatically. "I'll confess." "The swing... I wasn't the one who built it." Fiora blinked. "You didn't?" She frowned."But... you said earlier that--" "I lied." Riven shrugged as if it were nothing. "You looked so excited when you saw the swing. So...I wanted your attention to stay on me." Fiora fell silent. She didn't know what to say. She still couldn't quite understand the way Riven thought. Was he still upset because she had been daydreaming earlier? "But..." She smiled awkwardly. "My attention is on you now, Riven." "And you picked these beautiful flowers for me. I really like them." Riven didn't respond immediately. Instead, he quietly studied her face. Then he sighed. "None of this was my doing." He looked around the garden. "This garden and that swing... They were all Vael's idea." "He built the swing a week before we received news that you were coming to the island." Riven smiled faintly. "He said every woman loves swings." Once again, Fiora found herself speechless. Vael... He had built the swing... For her? Her emotions became strangely tangled. The thought that he had gone out of his way to create something she truly loved stirred something deep inside her heart. "I bet you're thinking about Vael again." Fiora gasped softly. Without realizing it, Riven had stepped directly in front of her. Leaning down, he closed the distance between them until only inches remained. His fingers gently lifted her chin, leaving her no choice but to look into his eyes. "No... I'm not thinking about him." She denied it quickly. By now, Fiora had begun to understand the personalities of the men on this island. Darius and Riven... Neither of them liked sharing someone's attention. They were both proud men with strong egos. The difference was that Darius wore his emotions openly, explosive and impossible to hide. Riven, on the other hand, always smiled... While concealing the storm beneath it. What a troublesome group... If she wanted to complete her mission as quickly as possible, she'd have to learn how to deal with all five of her Seed Donors. And she still hadn't even met the last one. If she remembered correctly... His name was Zephyr. Riven smiled before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "Liar," he whispered teasingly. "I'm obviously much more handsome than Vael. So why have you been thinking about him ever since you arrived on this island?" Fiora frowned. Wait... How did Riven know she'd been thinking about Vael? Seeing her bewildered expression, Riven's smile only widened. "The truth is... I know exactly what you're thinking." He said it so casually that Fiora almost thought she'd misheard him. "I can read minds, Fiora. It's my ability." He smiled as though he were talking about the weather. "And I'm not the only one. Everyone on this island possesses a special ability." "Powerful abilities..." "...dangerous enough that no one outside this island can ever know they exist." ***Fiora jolted awake, her body jerking violently.Her eyes flew wide open in the darkness, breath coming in short, ragged gasps."…huh… huh…"Cold sweat drenched her neck and back, her chest heaving rapidly. The memory of Darius’s face from the dream remained vivid, terrifyingly clear—those glowing red eyes, the rough pressure against her lips, the low timbre of his voice, all felt achingly real.Trembling, she scrambled out of bed and hurried to the door. Her hand reached for the handle and pulled.And… CLICK.Ah, thank goodness. It was still locked.She let out a long, shaky breath of relief, leaning back against the door. "It was just a dream…" she whispered to herself.Yet her body still trembled, for it had felt far too real. She could still recall the weight of him holding her down atop the mattress. She wrapped her arms around herself. "Why… did I dream something like that?"Was it because of Riven’s words earlier? Or was it because she was truly beginning to fear the resonance
Fiora frowned deeply at Riven. "What do you mean… it hasn’t fully gone away?"Riven twirled a small screwdriver between his fingers and hopped casually down from the table."This resonance isn’t some ordinary sickness," he said lightly. "Once our bodies recognized you as the ‘core’, our minds never forgot it.""The core…?" Fiora whispered."Mm." Riven’s smile was thin. "More or less like an addiction."The air in the room shifted, growing heavy. Darius, who had been repairing the support beam, stopped abruptly. Zephyr glanced over from the window. Elyon sighed, as if he disliked Riven laying everything so bare.Fiora twisted the hem of her shirt. "So that means… you could still lose control again?""Absolutely," Riven answered without hesitation.Elyon shot him a sharp look. "Riven.""What? She deserves to know." He shrugged. "The difference is—now we can still think clearly." His blue gaze dropped to her hands. "But the deeper the emotional or physical bond between us… the deeper
l"Why didn’t Elyon heal your wound?"Fiora’s voice was soft in the mansion’s main hall, still strewn with debris. She sat beside Vael on a long sofa near the fireplace, while the other four continued clearing the wreckage. An open medical kit rested on a small table, and Fiora tended to his hand with a solemn, focused expression.Her fingers moved gently as she wiped away dried blood, her brow furrowing at the sight of the deep gash across his knuckles. "This nearly cut straight through to the tendons…" she murmured.Vael had been watching her in silence all this time. The dim light softened the glow of her curly red hair. The way she looked after him felt achingly familiar—painful, yet somehow calming."I refused it," Vael answered finally, his tone as even as ever. "I prefer my body heals on its own, rather than relying on Elyon’s power."He spoke as though such an injury meant nothing at all. But Fiora lifted her face to meet his gaze. "What really happened?" she asked quietly.
The scent of damp wood and the faint patter of rain were the first things to greet Fiora’s returning senses.Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself staring up at the familiar ceiling of her bedroom. Her room… in the mansion. So… she wasn’t in the bunker anymore?Fiora blinked several times, breathing in slowly. Her head felt heavy, as though she’d just woken from a dream too long and too exhausting to bear. Yet strangely, her chest felt tight, as if something lingered just beneath the surface.Fragments remained—faint, yet undeniable. Vael’s embrace. Zephyr’s voice. That terrifying, all-consuming darkness. And…Fiora sat up abruptly. "Vael…!"Her breath came in short bursts as she glanced around the room. Everything looked normal. No bunker. No crumbling walls. No earthquake. Just her room, white curtains drifting gently in the breeze.She lifted a hand and touched her forehead. "Was it… all a dream?"But when her fingers brushed lightly over her lips, her heart began to r
Tears streamed down Fiora’s cheeks. She had never seen Vael like this—not the calm, collected man she had come to know, but someone on the very brink of shattering.Then, without warning, he pulled her back into his arms. Tighter this time, as if he meant to fuse their bodies into one."There are moments I wish we could all just die," Vael whispered hoarsely into her hair.Fiora’s body tensed instantly. She tried to pull away, but was helpless against his iron grip."If it all ended… this agony of being broken would end too, wouldn’t it?"Suddenly, the bunker floor began to shake. The overhead lights flickered wildly. Steel shelves rattled violently, sending their contents crashing to the ground.Fiora jolted in fear, looking around frantically before glancing up at him—and her breath caught in her throat.Vael’s body was changing. Thick, black veins like living cracks spread across his jaw and neck. His mismatched eyes blazed with an unnatural, terrifying light. And from deep withi
It was useless.No matter how carefully Vael had erased Fiora’s memories, little by little… she always found her way back to him. It was as though something deep within her soul refused to let him be forgotten.And that was the most dangerous part.The more Fiora remembered of her past, the closer they came to the terrible truth he had fought so hard to hide.Vael’s gaze drifted slowly over the girl before him—so small, so gentle, so utterly harmless in appearance. Did she even realize?That it was never only the men who were bound to her by resonance. The entire experiment on this island, the black rain itself, every last monster—all of it reacted to Fiora. Because she was the epicenter. She was the core of it all.And what terrified Vael most was that she didn’t yet fully grasp the enormity of it.As he stood lost in thought, Fiora frowned softly."Then… what did you mean earlier?" she asked, her voice trembling. "When you said I was your reason to keep living?"Vael offered no an







