The moon hung low over the city, casting silver light across Haru’s apartment as she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her fingers through her hair with restless urgency. Her reflection stared back at her—tired eyes, flushed cheeks, a heart that hadn’t known peace in weeks.
She had to end it. Whatever this was between her and Devil—it had gone too far.
It wasn’t just guilt eating at her anymore. It was fear. Fear of losing Violet. Fear of what Devil might become to her. Fear of what she might already be to him.
Her phone buzzed. A message from Devil.
“You home?”
She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard, before locking the phone and tossing it onto her bed.
No. Not tonight.
The next morning, Haru sipped her coffee in the corner of the bridal shop, trying to sta
