The next morning, the hallway outside Elysium’s office was quiet.
Elysium (hands in his pockets, blocking the door): “Inside.”
Isolde (raising a brow): “I’m going to be late for class.”
Elysium: “I said, inside.”
(Isolde steps in. The door shuts behind her with a heavy click.)
Isolde: “What now? Docking my points again?”
Elysium (leaning against the desk, looking down at her): “Last night, someone saw you in the west wing.”
Isolde: “A lot of people use that hallway.”
Elysium: “Not many stop in front of the wall with the red dot.”
(Isolde frowns.)
Isolde: “Were you following me?”
Elysium: “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t waste my time trailing students. But in this school, I know exactly who reacts to that dot.”
Isolde: “So what? I just looked.”
Elysium (taking a step closer, voice sharp): “Once is enough. That place is death, Isolde. Staring at it is already digging your own grave.”
Isolde (with a short laugh): “You all love making it sound dramatic.”
Elysium: “That’s because dead people can’t argue.”
(A few seconds of silence.)
Elysium (lowering his voice): “You’ve got two choices — forget it, or let me take you there myself.”
Isolde (looking up at him): “Is that a threat?”
Elysium: “No. A promise.”
(She turns to leave, opens the door — and hears a voice down the hall.)
Lucien: “She’s not going.”
(Isolde turns. Lucien is walking toward them, his eyes fixed past her on Elysium.)
Elysium (smirking): “And you think you get to decide for her?”
Lucien (calm, eyes narrowing): “I know she’s not that stupid.”
Elysium: “Do you know? Or are you just hoping? You think she listens to you?”
Lucien (coldly): “I know she won’t listen to you.”
(The air between them drops to ice. Isolde feels the tension pressing on her from both sides.)
Elysium (straightening up): “Then let’s see who keeps her.”
Lucien (leaning in slightly, voice almost a warning): “I’m not waiting.”
(They stare at each other, the air heavy enough to break.
Elysium is the first to move, turning back into his office, idly spinning a silver pen in his hand.)
Elysium (over his shoulder): “Remember this, Isolde — once you walk the road to the red dot, there’s no turning back.”
(The door closes. Only Isolde and Lucien remain in the hallway.)
Lucien (glancing at her): “Don’t let him win.”
(Isolde says nothing, just walks away. Lucien watches her go, his gaze following her like he’s making a silent note.)