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Not loud. Just… softly. Like glass under pressure. His hand lowered slowly from the screen. But his eyes were still there, stuck on the message. He didn’t even realize he had sat back down until his legs bent under him. The silence felt different now. He couldn’t hear the wind anymore. Couldn’t feel the sun. He could only hear the echo of her laughter in his mind. The way she moaned his name. The way she had trembled under him like she trusted him with every piece of her soul.

But I just had three words to say. “Kill silently.”

I remember. One afternoon, Leo was attempting to read in the sun-drenched living area, the words blurring before his unfocused eyes. Silas stood near the terrace doors, his back to the room, ostensibly scanning the cityscape. Dominic was in his study, the heavy door closed. The silence was heavy, oppressive. Silas shifted slightly. Without turning, he let one hand, clad in its usual black tactical glove, rest casually on the back of a sleek armchair near him. His index finger tapped, almost imperceptibly, against the leather. *Once. Twice. Pause. Three times.*

The silence is its own kind of sound. Silas lets out a breath that might be a laugh, low and loose, his body already listing slightly to the left, leaning into gravity rather than fighting it. Noir is looking at me with that expression — steady, unreadable except that I know how to read it, have always known how to read it even when I pretended otherwise — and I look away first.

Not now, not after everything. Lina flipped through a final set of pages in the old book, and I watched her lips move as she read the words silently. The quiet of the room seemed deafening. The sound of my breathing, the boys’ occasional shifts of weight, and the soft rustling of Lina’s pages were the only things that broke the silence.

Leaving only one thing in its place. Silence.

“No game. Just… curiosity.” The conversation flowed easily after that, surprising her. With every word, every look, the barrier she’d built around herself chipped away, just a little. Hours slipped by like minutes, the world outside fading until it was just the two of them — laughter mingling with whispers, shared secrets in a crowded room. When the lights dimmed and the crowd thinned, Lucien’s hand brushed hers, a spark igniting where skin met skin. Serena didn’t pull away. “Stay with me,” he murmured, voice rough with something deeper than desire.

Aelfric handed a scrap of parchment to Sil. "Here", he whispered. " Just read", His voice was almost too quiet to hear now, his body tensed with the anticipation of what was to come . " It has begun", he said, stumbling against the alter and strugling to hold himself up. " Aelfric I...." Sil was white as stone. "Just read, we're almost there. Any moment now", Aelfric dropped slowly to the floor, still holding out the small scrap of parchment to her. " I'm so sorry", Sil said. Aelfric felt her lower his head to the cave floor, he heard her weeping as she stroked his hair and told him.

• • • • • • • • STELLA • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Midnight • • • • • • • I sat on the bed occupied with reading an article in my phone. Jeremy was getting dressed and I really wanted him to say something - anything! • • I've been keeping up with the silence treatment for hours now and he's almost going crazy. • • I winced as i felt a twinge around my head. Sending my hands to my forehead, I noticed he was staring at me and those strange feelings returned. • •

Dominance. Silence. In addition to the sound of the rain hitting the hard ground of the land, everything was mute and still. Even Shaur appeared to be silent—which was kind of a miracle, that was what I thought—staring back at the articulated-looking silent brother who was blinking down at me innocently, with his head lying on his broad shoulder, with a thumb in his mouth, sucking. I peered at my brother with brimming emotions in my dark, shining eyes full of tears. What were our faults? Tears leaked out from the closed eyelids.