MasukRenlo POVVoss Corporation on the Twelfth Floor Corridor at 9:04 AMI am carrying projections and my third coffee of the morning and the specific focused energy of someone who has had an emotionally significant conversation before nine AM and is processing it by being extremely competent about everything else, when I turn the corner on the twelfth floor and find Elias Thorn standing in the corridor outside the accounting department.He is not doing anything suspicious. He is looking at his phone with the studied casualness of someone who arrived somewhere on purpose and is now performing the appearance of having arrived by accident.I recognize this performance because I have been deploying it myself, on this same floor, for the past two weeks.He looks up. We look at each other."Caelisi," he says."Thorn," I reply.We have been doing this, the name exchange, the nod, the brief acknowledgment, since I started here, polite and professional. The specific register of two people connecte
Avelin POVVoss Corporation in the Break Room at 8:17 AMI am on my second cup of coffee when Renlo finds me.This is not surprising. Renlo has been finding me at the coffee machine every morning for the past week with the specific intentionality of someone who has decided that caffeine acquisition is excellent cover for conversations I am going to resist having. He appears in the doorway, already dressed like someone who belongs in a building this expensive, which he does, genuinely. Marketing suits him in a way that feels inevitable, and he looks at me with the expression I have been dreading since yesterday.Not angry. Not worried exactly.Just thorough.I have catalogued this expression over years of shared office floors, late nights, and conversations that neither of us planned to have. It is the expression he wears when he has already done the worrying on my behalf and arrived at the conversation carrying it all, neatly assembled, ready to set it down in front of me, whether I w
Leander POV I wake up like I have been thrown back into my body, no slow rise, no soft shift from sleep to awareness. One second, there is nothing, and the next, there is pain. Sharp, hot, and alive.My hand flies to my chest before I even understand what is happening. My breath comes out rough and uneven, like I have been running, but I have not moved. I am in my bed, in my room, in the dark. The clock beside me reads 3:07 AM, and the world is quiet, but my body is not.The burning spreads from my shoulder, deep, under the skin, like something pressing outward and demanding to be felt. It is not an injury, not something physical. I grit my teeth as the word comes before I can stop it.The bond.I sit up slowly, my back pressing against the headboard. My chest rises and falls too fast, and the room feels too still, like it is watching me. This has happened before, but not like this, not this strong. Usually, it is a pull, a quiet awareness, something subtle I can ignore if I try har
Avelin POVThe apartment feels smaller when he is here.It is not the walls, not the furniture, nothing has changed. But when Leander stands in my kitchen, broad shoulders filling the narrow space, his presence quiet but heavy, the air shifts. It grows warm and full and too full.I keep my hands busy because if I stop, I will feel everything at once."Cut it thinner," I say, pointing at the carrots on the board. My voice comes out steadier than I expect. "They cook faster that way."Leander glances down at the knife, then back at me. "I know how to cut vegetables," he says, without arrogance, just calm certainty.Still, I cross my arms. "You're cutting them unevenly."A pause, and then he adjusts, just like that. The slices become even, clean, and precise.My breath catches before I can stop it, because that is how Shen used to do it.I turn away quickly, reach for the pan, and pretend I need to check the oil. The sound of the knife against the board continues behind me, steady, cont
Leander POVI should have left after dinner. That would have been the logical choice, clean, simple, safe. Instead, I am sitting on Avelin's couch while a children's program plays softly in the background, colors shifting across the small television screen. The volume is low, almost unnecessary, just enough to fill the silence that might otherwise grow too loud between us.Avelin sits on the opposite end. Not far, but not close enough either. There is space between us, careful space, measured space, the kind that feels intentional even if neither of us says it out loud.I rest my arms loosely on my knees, leaning forward slightly, watching the screen without really seeing it. "This is his favorite show?" I ask. Avelin nods. "He won't sleep without it," he says quietly. I glance toward the hallway. "He's already asleep." "For now," Avelin replies. "He usually wakes once." I file that away automatically, another detail, another thing I should not be remembering.We sit like that for
Avelin POVDinner was not part of the plan. It never is with him. Leander is supposed to come for the visit and spend time with Shen. Then he is supposed to leave before the sky turns dark. That is the rhythm we built. That is the boundary I told myself I could survive.But tonight Shen fell asleep early. He fell asleep too early. One moment, he was talking about the park and a dog he saw. He talked about how Papa runs slower than him while looking completely serious. The next moment, his words softened and slowed and stopped entirely.I carried him to bed, and Leander followed quietly. We both stood there for a moment while watching Shen breathe. He looked slow, peaceful, and safe. Leander reached out without thinking and pulled the blanket higher over Shen's shoulder. His fingers lingered a second longer than necessary as he smoothed the fabric. That small and careful touch hit me harder than anything else because Shen used to do that. He did it always. He did it every night.I turn
Avelin POV That night, I don’t sleep. Not really. I stay close to him, one arm around his body, my hand resting over his chest, feeling his heartbeat, too fast, even in sleep. Even when he’s still. It’s as if his body senses something his mind has not yet caught up to. He begins muttering, initia
Aveliin POVMorning should have felt lighter after the storm, but it didn’t. The sky had cleared, yet the air still carried the weight of what had just passed. Dampness clung to everything: the porch, the railings, the stones in the yard, residual evidence of the rain that refused to leave. Inside
Shen POVThe silence stretched between us, warm and fragile beneath the stars.“You’re very certain about things for someone who knows almost nothing about me.”A faint smile touched his lips. “I told you…I know the things that matter.”We sat there on the steps, the cold creeping in slowly as neit
Avelin POVI found him on the floor at three in the morning. Not collapsed, not injured, just sitting with his back pressed against the wall beneath the window. His knees were drawn to his chest, and his forehead rested against them. I could see the tremors shaking through his body from the doorway







