LOGINLysan arrived at Roman's door. He stood there for a full minutes before he raised his hand to knock.Roman opened it immediately, like he had been waiting for Lysan at the door."You came," Roman said, leaning on the door frame.Lysan swallowed hard. "I said I would."A small smile tugged at the corner of Roman’s lips as he stepped aside for Lysan to enter.The room was dimly lit, camdles flickering on every surface. Roman's quarters was lavish—rich fabrics, dark wood, and the air carried the smell of lavender.“Sit.” Roman gestured to the sofa in the living room.Lysan took a seat on the single seater beside him. Roman equally sat too—across from him, his grey eyes fixed on Lysan's face.“I've been thinking about you,” Roman said as he leaned back in his chair. “Constantly. I can't seem to stop.”Lysan’s jaw tightened. “That’s not healthy.”“Probably not,” the smile returned to Roman's face. “But I don't care.”He reached out and touched Lysan's hand. “Stay with me tonight,” he said
Roman pulled back, his smile widening as he watched the frozen expression on Lysan's face.He stepped back casually, returning to the front of the class like nothing had happened.“Now, class,” Roman said, his voice warm and charming again. “Let's move ahead with today's lesson.”Lysan didn't hear a word. His breath was still caught in his chest. The spot where Roman touched him was still burning.Roman admitted he wanted him. In return for help, he wanted him. How could he—“Lysan? Lysan?” Dyleon tugged his arm. “What did Roman say to you?”Lysan shook his head quickly. “No, nothing. It's nothing. Roman didn't say anything.”Dyleon narrowed his eyes. “That wasn't nothing. He touched your face and whispered something in your ear. I saw you go rigid.”Lysan didn't answer, he just brought out his book, and started taking notes he knew quite well he wouldn't read—just to get his hands doing something other than shaking.Dyleon also didn't push. He faced the class and kept glancing at Lys
Lysan hadn't slept for days—he couldn't. Anytime he closed his eyes, he always saw Silas's face—the way it looked in the original timeline, twisted with contempt as he spat on Lysan's dying body. Silas had been here—and he had been watching him the whole time.He stood up from his bed and walked to the window. The academy grounds are quiet, the pale morning light reflecting on every building.Somewhere in that academy, Silas was walking around, eating breakfast, going to class, pretending to be a normal student.Somewhere out there, Silas is walking around. Lysan groaned and pulled his hair. “Ughhhhh. And I fucking have no Idea who that bastard is.” He said to himself.His hands curled into fists.“Do what you like, Silas, but I'm not going to hide. I won't run or keep losing my sleep because of you.” His nose flared. “I would find that bastard before he does anything else.” Lysan said through gritted teeth.He turned around and sat Kassian standing in the doorway, watching him with
The words hit Lysan like a slap, and he stood up abruptly. “No.” Her expression didn't change. “It’s the only way.” “No,” Lysan refused. “There has to be another way.” “Unfortunately, there isn't.” She stepped closer.”Roman is already changing, and you've seen it. The way he watches you, the way he touches you—the Entity is influencing him, driving him towards you.” “Towards me?” “Yes, because you're the only one who can stop it.” Professor Cullen's voice was sharp. “The Entity knows that, and Roman knows that too. That's why he can't stay away from you.” Lysan shook his head. “But I can't kill him. He hasn't done anything yet.” “He will.” Professor Cullen's eyes were hard as she stared at Lysan. “He’ll destroy everything you love. Everyone you know. Dyleon, Kassian, Everyone.” Lysan's throat tightened. “I can't.” She scoffed. “Then you're going to watch everyone suffer and die—again.” He stood up and walked out of the greenhouse, Professor Cullen's voice echoing in
Lysan left the greenhouse and walked through the academy in a daze. Students passed him, laughing, talking and living their lives unaware about the evil about to happen. They had no idea that the world was about to end and that the Entity was waking up.He found a bench near the old clock tower and sat down. His hands were still shaking from what was just revealed to him.Gwen, Professor Cullen—his neighbour. She had been here the whole time.He thought about the times she helped him in the greenhouse. All the times she gave him advice. All the times she watched him struggle with the roses.She knew who he was and she didn't say anything about it. He should be angry. He should feel betrayed. But instead, he just feelt… tired.The Entity was coming for him first.He just sighed, rested his head on his hands and closed his eyes.He didn't know how long he had been in that position, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a shadow—then he looked up.Roman stood there, his grey eyes unreadab
Lysan staggered backward, his hand found the edge of his table to steady himself.“The person who found my body.” He repeated after Kassian. “There was no one there when I died. I died alone. All my men had already left before I closed my eyes.”Something flickered across Kassian's face but it was gone before Lysan could get it.“Correct.” Kassian shook his head. “You died alone in the room, but someone found you afterwards. A woman—your neighbour.” He whispered.Lysan's mind began to race. He remembered that day vividly—the cracked ceiling, the way the poison moved through his body, the pain, his trusted ally—Silas, when he came to mock him on his death bed and left almost immediately. And he was extremely sure that they wouldn't hang around so no one would pin his death on them. But after—His neighbour. The woman Kassian claimed found his body. It couldn't be her.“She was sick too. On her death bed when I was poisoned.” Lysan said, trying to steady his voice. “In the original time
Chapter 6- The IntruderRoman turned around and walked to the front of the class. “Today, we'll be learning about symbiotic relationships.” His eyes met Lysan’s. “Organisms that shouldn't work together—but they do.”He smiled and removed his gaze from Lysan. “Some relationships are parasitic, one co
One week had passed since the gala. The academy buzzed with it's normal activities, mostly attended by students from noble families. They were trained under one roof, sorted into tracks based on ability, each track having a special power accompanied with it. Combat track produced soldiers, diplomat
Dyleon sucked in a breath and looked at Lysan wide eyed.Roman's smile didn't falter, but it deepened. His grey eyes shimmered with something Lysan couldn't name.“Pretentious,” Roman repeated slowly, the smile still plastered on his face. “I've been called many things, but that's a first.”Then he
Lysan stood there, staring at the rose and the note in his hands. His thumb ran over the words slowly. The handwriting was so familiar in a way that made his chest stir uncomfortably.His eyes moved to the rose next. It was fresh. The stalk was still green, not a trace of withering.His mind went t




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