تسجيل الدخول꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂꧁An Hour Before The Incident.꧂“Where’s Tim?”That was the first thing I said the moment Peter picked up the phone. No greeting, no pause, just that, my voice was rough and sharp like I didn’t have time for anything else. There was a brief silence on the other end, then I heard him breathe out unevenly.“Frank… you’re awake?” he asked, his voice cracking like he didn’t quite believe it.“We’ll deal with that later,” I cut in, already pushing myself off the bed despite the way my body resisted the movement. “Where is Tim?”Another pause, longer this time, and it made something in my chest tighten. “He went to the gala,” Peter said finally.“What gala?” I asked, grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it over my head in one motion.“Kagemoto Kazama’s charity event.”For a second, I just stood there, the words settling in, then anger hit fast and clean. “He did what?” I snapped, reaching for a pair of pants.“Plan A failed,” Peter continued quickly. “So he moved to plan
꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂꧁Few Hours Before The Gala Incident꧂A voice was calling my name.Not just calling, but screaming it.“Frank!”It echoed, sharp and broken, like it was being torn apart before it could fully reach me. I tried to follow it, tried to turn toward where it was coming from, but everything around me felt… blurred. Like I was looking through water, like nothing wanted to stay still long enough for me to understand it.“Frank, save me!” My chest tightened.I moved, or at least I tried to, pushing forward through something that felt thick and heavy, like the air itself was resisting me. “Where are you?” I called back but no answer.Just that voice again, closer this time and more desperate. “Frank….please!”I tried to see the face, tried to focus, but it wouldn’t come into view. It was there, I could feel it, I could feel the weight of that person, the importance of them, like something deep inside me already knew who it was.But I couldn’t see.I couldn’t remember.And just l
꧁♡ 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
꧁♡ 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
𝓣𝓲𝓶By the time the nurse came in with my discharge papers, I had already been awake for a long time.The hospital room was quiet in that strange way only hospitals could be quiet, filled with the faint hum of machines and the distant sound of footsteps in the hallway. My body felt lighter than
𝓣𝓲𝓶I stared at the ceiling for a long time before I finally spoke.“Thank you.”The word came out small, almost weak, but it carried everything I had been holding inside. Frank turned his head slightly and looked at me.“For what?” he asked.I swallowed and forced myself to look at him. My hear






