LOGIN꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I don’t remember how I got out.One moment I was inside that ballroom, watching people drop like something out of a nightmare, and the next I was running. Just running. My mind couldn’t keep up, everything felt too loud and too fast at the same time. Gunshots started going off behind me, sharp and constant, mixing with screams that didn’t last long enough to matter. The men who had flooded the hall weren’t just containing people anymore, they were finishing it.My head felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it from the inside. My breath came out uneven, each inhale sharper than the last, like my lungs were struggling to keep up with my body. I didn’t even know where I was going, I just knew I couldn’t stop.I kept moving.My shoes were gone. I didn’t even remember when I lost them. My feet hit the ground harshly with every step, rough pavement scraping against my skin, but I barely felt it. My jacket was missing too, probably left behind in the chaos, and the col
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, but I didn’t get the chance.Because the room erupted into noises.Not loudly, not in a way that would make anyone panic immediately, but enough for me to feel it. The kind of shift that crawls under your skin before your mind even catches up. My eyes moved instinctively, scanning the room, and that was when I saw him.Phil.He walked in like he had every right to be there, like this was just another night out and not a room filled with people who would either kill him or die trying. His entrance wasn’t quiet either, he drew attention without even trying, placing a bid on one of the auction items almost immediately, the amount high enough to make a few heads turn in surprise.Subtle, my ass.I narrowed my eyes slightly and mouthed, Where have you been?His gaze found mine like he had been looking for me from the moment he stepped in. He didn’t hesitate, just mouthed back, Busy.Of course he was.Before I could even process that pr
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Kagemoto Kazama.The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting. For a split second, the thought crossed my mind again, quick and sharp, just step forward, close the distance, inject it, end it right here before anything else could go wrong. It would be easy, almost too easy with how close he was standing, how exposed he looked despite the men around him.But Phil’s voice echoed in my head just as quickly, clear and firm, telling me not to make any sudden move, to wait, to let things play out until he got there. So I swallowed that impulse down, burying it under control, under patience, under the thin line that was keeping this entire situation from falling apart.Instead, I offered a polite and measured smile.“It’s great knowing you didn’t die,” I said, my tone smo
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂With the help of Phil’s stylist—someone I had met barely an hour before being shoved into a chair and told to sit still—I almost didn’t recognize myself when I finally stood in front of the mirror. The suit fit perfectly, like it had been made for me, black on black with just enough detail to make it stand out without screaming for attention. The mask covered the upper half of my face, sleek and dark, blending into everything else while still giving off that air of mystery that seemed to be the entire point of tonight.“You clean up nicely, doc,” the stylist had said, stepping back to admire his work like I was some project he had just finished.“Good,” I replied, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve slightly. “That’s the goal, right?”He smirked. “The goal is to not look like you’re about to commit a crime.”I let out a small breath at that. “We’ll see about that.”By the time I got to the gala, the place was already buzzing with people. Lights, music, soft laughter blending
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Plan A failed.”That was the first thing Phil said when he called, and for a second, I didn’t respond. I just stood there beside Frank’s bed, my eyes on his face while the words settled slowly in my head like something I had already expected but still didn’t want to hear.“How bad?” I asked, my voice low, controlled.Phil exhaled on the other end. “None of them made it back. Except one.”My grip tightened slightly around the phone. “One?”“Yeah. And he barely made it. From what we got out of him… it was like they were expecting us.”Of course they were.I let out a quiet breath, my gaze drifting back to Frank. He was still asleep.“Alright,” I said after a moment.Phil didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to, we both knew what that meant.Plan A was gone.Which left only one option.I ended the call and stayed where I was for a while, just standing there, watching Frank breathe like nothing had changed, like nothing was about to change. There was something about the w
꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I had basically locked myself in the restroom like it was the only place in the entire building where I could breathe properly.The door clicked shut behind me earlier, and since then, I haven’t moved much. I just stood there for a while, staring at nothing in particular, my hands resting on the edge of the sink, my head slightly lowered as I tried to calm my thoughts.It wasn’t working.No matter how much I tried to steady myself, my mind kept circling back to the same thing over and over again.The plan.Plan A.Plan B.And how everything could go wrong so easily.I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down my face before leaning both palms flat against the sink, gripping the edge a little tighter than necessary.“You made the right decision,” I muttered under my breath, the words sounded empty the moment they left my mouth.I didn’t even believe them.Because the truth was simple, if plan A failed, there wouldn’t be much left to decide. There wouldn’t be room to fix anything
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The hotel lobby looks exactly the same as it did on Eric’s wedding day, and that alone makes something dark twist inside my chest. The polished marble floor reflects the yellow light from the chandelier above, and for a brief second I see my own shadow stretched out in front of me
☾♡ Eric ♡☽Hatred has always come easily to me.People liked to say brothers should love each other, protect each other, grow up side by side like two trees from the same root. But Frank and I had never grown like that. From the moment we were children, he stood taller, brighter, louder than me. H
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂By the time I got back into my car, the decision had already settled in my body, not in my head but somewhere lower, deeper, like a weight pressing against bone. I didn’t sit there and argue with myself. I didn’t list pros and cons or pretend there was a smarter way to handle this
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂The man holding the knife was shaking.Not from the cold. From fear and excitement mixed together, the kind of trembling that comes when someone suddenly believes they are in control of something important. His eyes were too bright, his smile crooked and wild. He looked like a dog







