Romeo and Juliet, but with more motorcycles and significantly angrier fathers.
The revelation hung in the room like smoke after an explosion, slow to clear, impossible to ignore. Ronan sat down heavily in the chair beside Killian's bed, running both hands through his hair, processing a betrayal that had reshaped itself, in the span of one conversation, from treason into something far more complicated and far harder to condemn outright.
The medical building around us had gone quiet in the way rooms sometimes do after something enormous has just been said, the ordinary sounds of the compound outside seeming distant and unimportant against the weight of what we'd just learned. I found myself watching the two brothers with something like awe — not at the scandal of it, but at the sheer, stub
