LOGINWhen Lysan got to the clock tower, it was empty—no one was there. So he decided to wait. The air that night felt chillingly cold, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, making the tower a bit dark.After what felt like hours, Lysan finally heard footsteos approaching, and his shoulders squared, tensing up.Silas finally stepped out of the shadows. His face was totally different from the previous life. Young, pale and with sharp eyes. Lysan remembered that he saw his particular face, staring at him on the day of the combat exams from the crowd, but he was too overwhelmed to notice.“You asked to see me?” Silas said, and a small smile was tugged at the corner of his lips.Lysan swallowed down the huge lump that formed in his throat and clenched his fists tightly together. “I have questions.”Silas shrugged. "Okay, ask."“I have a lot of questions, Silas. But let's stick to the main thing for now.” He said and shoved his hands in his pocket to prevent Silas from seeing how badly h
When Lysan got back to his dorm, Kassian wasn't there, and he was silently grateful. He dropped on the bed and thought about Roman's request. He doesn't want to go. Not after what he had done to Dyleon. Not after how he had hurt him. But he knew Roman will find him and drag him there himself, one way or another if he doesn't go willingly, so he foreced himself to stand up. He took of his uniform and put on a simple black trousers and a blue sweater. He wore his sneakers and headed out to Roman's quarters. — When he arrived there, the door was open. Inside, there were a few students, mingling with each other. They were either nobles, aristocrats, or the children of powerful families. They were laughing and drinking, fake smile spread across their lips as they pretended to be friends with each other. Lysan stepped inside, and his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a particular someone. Roman. He saw him at the center of the crowd, charming everyone. When Roman's eyes
Lysan didn't go back to his dorm that night. He couldn't face Kassian. He couldn't face the questions he knew were unavoidable. He couldn't face anything. So he wandered the academy grounds until dawn, the kiss replaying in his mind over and over again, Dyleon's heartbroken expression appearing in his mind, Roman's smug smile masking it afterwards.When the sun finally rose, he dragged himself back to his dorm.Kassian was already awake, sitting on his bed. His eyes narrowed when Lysan walked through the door, and he studied Lysan's face."Where the hell have you been?" Kassian demanded.Lysan didn't answer. He just walked past him and collapsed on his bed.Kassian stood. "Lysan?” He frowned. “Talk to me."Lysan stared at the ceiling. "I finally lost him."Kassian shook his head. "Lost who?""Dyleon." Lysan's voice was hollow. "He saw me with Roman. He saw me kiss him back."Kassian was silent for a long moment. "Shit." He muttered beneath his breath.He sat at the edge of Lysan's bed
Lysan 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
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
Lysan stood still, his heart pounding against his chest. Roman was looking directly at him, and their gazes locked. All he could think of now was that Roman was there and he was staring directly at him. The instructor called his name out again, louder, “Lysan, Lysan Dusk! Are you deaf?”Lysan force
Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper.He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.”More tears spille







