KYLIE'S REQUEST, LYSANDER'S OFFER
I waited in our penthouse, the room dim, shadows creeping along the walls as I sat alone. The city lights flickered through the windows, but they felt distant, just like him. Lysander was late, and with every passing minute, a new thread of doubt wound tighter in my chest.
When he finally walked in, I held my breath, watching him as he crossed the room with that silent, unreadable look. There was a weight between us, something unspoken but heavy, hanging in the air. I swallowed, feeling my heart thump in my chest. I had to ask, even if the answer broke me.
"How did she react when you told her you couldn’t see her anymore?" I asked about Grace, trying to keep my voice steady. The words were thin, almost fragile, as they left my mouth. My fingers twisted
