Monster Can Love Too のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

For a heartbeat, the forest held its breath.The man standing in the clearing looked nothing like a stranger should. Same eyes. Same stillness. Same quiet danger. But his calm wasn’t peace, it was control, the kind Alessio recognized too well. His suit was clean, his posture military-perfect, and his gun hung from his hand like an accessory, not a weapon.Alessio’s grip tightened. His voice came out low, steady. “You’re supposed to be dead.”The man smiled faintly. “You’ve said that before.”Noa’s heart stumbled. He looked between them, confusion painted all over his face. “Who… who is he?”Neither answered. The silence between the two men was louder than the gunfire that had come before.Alessio finally spoke. “Why crawl out of the grave now, Antonio?”Antonio tilted his head, almost curious. “Because I didn’t crawl, brother. I walked. You just didn’t bother looking back.”The word brother hit like a slap. Noa’s mouth fell open. “Brother?”Alessio’s jaw flexed. “Don’t.”Antonio’s smi

The sound of the gunshot didn’t echo it hung.Like the forest itself stopped breathing.Noa fell before Alessio even saw the blood. One second he was there, blinking through smoke, chest rising too fast the next, he was folding like his bones forgot how to hold him. Alessio caught him mid-collapse, knees slamming into the mud, fingers pressing hard into flesh already too hot.“Noa. Hey hey!” Alessio’s voice cracked, raw panic shredding through the soldier’s mask he always wore. “Look at me.”Noa’s eyes fluttered. Red bloomed across his shirt, spreading fast. The laser dot was gone, but its mark remained a hole over his ribs, smoking faintly, blood pulsing out in short, violent bursts. The air stank of burnt gunpowder and wet leaves. The sound of the river thrashed behind them, distant thunder rolling like a heartbeat.Alessio’s hands were slick with it before he even realized he’d pressed down. “You’re fine,” he muttered, the lie automatic, desperate. “You’re fine, you hear me?”Noa

The rain had washed the forest clean by the time they reached the mansion.Mud clung to their boots, soot streaked their skin, and silence followed them like a ghost. The air still carried that faint, smoky bitterness that seemed to live in their lungs, a memory that refused to die. But the world was quiet now, no gunshots, no screams, no burning trees. Just the steady hum of life trying to start again, hesitant but real.Alessio pushed the front door open. The hinges groaned like the house was exhaling for the first time in months. The sound echoed through the entryway, hollow and tired, like even the walls remembered everything that had happened inside them. He let Noa step in first, watching the way the boy hesitated before crossing the threshold like stepping into another life.Inside, everything smelled like smoke and old memories. The wallpaper still bore the stains of chaos, the lights flickered dimly, but it felt real again the first time in weeks that the air didn’t taste l

The phone’s ring cut through the quiet like a ghost trying to be heard.It wasn’t loud, not really. But in a house that had learned how to breathe again, the sound felt violent wrong, like a crack in peace.Alessio’s head snapped toward it. The old device lay across the room on the table by the window, a cracked screen glowing a faint, washed-out blue that pulsed with each chime. It looked too alive for something that had already died once.His reflection shimmered faintly in the glass distorted, stretched, unfamiliar.He didn’t move at first.Didn’t breathe.The house was still quiet except for the steady rhythm of Noa’s slow, even breathing behind him. The fireplace had gone cold, leaving only the ghost of warmth in the air. Outside, the night pressed against the windows, thick and soundless, the forest black beyond the glass.INCOMING CALL — UNKNOWN.The letters blinked at him, mechanical and calm, as if this wasn’t the first time they’d appeared. His fingers twitched. Every insti

Morning came too gently for the kind of night they’d had.Golden light spilled through the curtains, soft and lazy, turning the air warm and hazy. The world outside looked deceptively calm like it hadn’t spent the last twelve hours watching them through glass. Birds sang somewhere in the distance, their notes drifting through the stillness like nothing bad had ever happened. For once, there wasn’t smoke or blood or static in the air, just the faint smell of coffee and the low crackle of a radio left on overnight.Noa was sprawled across the bed like a starfish, face half-buried in the pillow, hair messy and soft, mouth parted slightly as he breathed. The sheet had slipped low on his waist, revealing a stretch of pale, smooth skin Alessio had no business staring at but he did anyway. He couldn’t not. The sight grounded him in a way sleep never could.He stood by the window, already dressed, pretending to check the weather. In reality, he was staring at the treeline. The red light fro