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π The next morning feltβ¦ normal.
Too normal.
As if nothing had happened.
πΏ But under the surfaceβeverything had changed. πΏ
π Skye sat in her seat, arranging her notes.
Focused. Calm.
At least⦠she tried to be.
π Because she could feel it.
That gaze again.
π₯ Axel Knight.
π At the back, leaning casuallyβ
Watching her.
Like he was waiting for something.
π The teacher entered, starting the class.
But neither of them were paying attention.
πΏ Not really. πΏ
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π The bell rang soon after.
Students started leaving.
Noise filling the room again.
π Skye stood up, picking her bagβ
Ready to leave quickly.
Butβ
πΏ βWe need to start the project.β πΏ
π She stopped.
Closed her eyes for a second.
Then turned.
π Axel stood behind her.
Too close.
π βIβll do my part,β she said quickly.
βYou do yours.β
π Axel tilted his head slightly.
βThatβs not how this works.β
π βIt is for me.β
π₯ A pause.
π Axel stepped closer.
Lowering his voice.
πΏ βWeβre meeting today.β πΏ
π Skye frowned.
βNo.β
π βYes.β
π βI have things to do.β
π βCancel them.β
π₯ Control. As always.
π Skye crossed her arms.
βYou donβt get to decide my schedule.β
π Axel didnβt argue.
Didnβt raise his voice.
πΏ He just smiled. πΏ
π₯ That dangerous, calm smile.
π βFine,β he said simply.
A pause.
π βIβll come to your place.β
π₯ Silence.
π Skye blinked.
βWhat?β
π Axel shrugged slightly.
βSend me the address.β
π βNo.β
π βThen Iβll find it.β
π₯ And somehowβ
That didnβt sound like a joke.
π Skyeβs grip tightened on her bag.
βYouβre not coming to my house.β
π Axel leaned slightly closer.
πΏ βWe have a project.β πΏ
π βWe can do it in school.β
π βToo crowded.β
π βLibrary.β
π βToo boring.β
π₯ He had an answer for everything.
π Skye exhaled in frustration.
βThen your place.β
π Axelβs expression changed.
Just for a second.
So fastβ
Most people wouldnβt notice.
πΏ But she did. πΏ
π Something darker passed through his eyes.
Something⦠closed off.
π βNo,β he said quietly.
No explanation.
No argument.
Just⦠no.
π Skye frowned slightly.
βWhy?β
π Axel looked away for a second.
Then back at her.
πΏ βBecause I said so.β πΏ
π₯ End of discussion.
π A pause stretched between them.
π Skye studied him.
For the first timeβ
Not with anger.
But curiosity.
π Something about that answerβ¦
Didnβt feel like arrogance.
πΏ It felt like avoidance. πΏ
π She looked away first.
βFine,β she said finally.
π Axelβs eyes returned to her instantly.
π βFine?β
π βOne hour,β she added.
βThatβs it.β
π A slow smirk appeared on his lips.
π₯ Victory.
π βSend me the address,β he said.
π Skye hesitated for a secondβ
Then wrote it down quickly.
Handing it to him.
π Their fingers brushed.
Just for a second.
πΏ But neither of them pulled away immediately. πΏ
π Then she stepped back.
βDonβt be late.β
π Axel chuckled softly.
π₯ βI donβt wait. I arrive.β
π Skye rolled her eyes slightlyβ
Then walked away.
πΏ But this timeβ¦
It wasnβt escape. πΏ
π Because todayβ
π₯ He was entering her world. π₯
π And neither of them knewβ¦
πΏ That this meeting would change more than just a project. πΏ
π It was evening.
The sky painted in soft shades of orange and fading gold.
πΏ Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. πΏ
π A black car stopped in front of a large apartment building.
Axel stepped out.
His eyes scanned the placeβ
Not small.
Not simple either.
But⦠different.
πΏ Not like his world. πΏ
π He walked inside without hesitation.
The elevator ride was silent.
Almost too silent.
π Thenβ
He stood in front of the door.
A pause.
Just for a second.
π Ding.
The doorbell echoed softly.
π Footsteps approached from inside.
The door opened.
π A servant stood there.
Calm. Respectful.
π Axelβs gaze moved past him immediately.
βSkye?β he asked shortly.
π The servant nodded slightly.
πΏ βShe is in her room. Straight ahead.β πΏ
π No questions.
No surprise.
Just directions.
π Axel stepped inside.
The door closed behind him quietly.
π The apartment wasβ¦
Spacious.
Clean.
Peaceful.
πΏ Too peaceful. πΏ
π No shouting.
No breaking sounds.
No chaos.
π Just silence.
Real silence.
π Axelβs steps slowed slightly.
For the first timeβ
He noticed it.
πΏ This place felt like a home. πΏ
π Something he wasnβt used to.
π His jaw tightened slightly.
He looked away.
π₯ Not important.
π He walked straight down the hallway.
Each step echoing softly.
π Untilβ
He stopped in front of a door.
πΏ Her door. πΏ
π A pause.
His hand liftedβ
Then knocked once.
Firm. Controlled.
π βAnderson,β he called.
π Insideβ
Silence.
For a moment.
Thenβ
πΏ βCome in.β πΏ
π Her voice.
Calm as always.
π Axel pushed the door open.
And stepped inside.
π₯ Into her world. π₯
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