Abhi's POV:
The music was a wall of sound, vibrating through my chest, making it impossible to hear my own thoughts, let alone your answer. But it didn't matter. Before I could spiral back into my head, you leaned in and wrapped your arms around me.
The hug was tight, real, and completely unscripted. It felt like you were anchoring me to the earth. You didn't want to explain, and you didn't want to hear my theories. You just wanted this.
I felt the tension leave my shoulders as I buried my face for a second in the crook of your neck. The Architect was gone. The prisoner was gone. There was just the heat of the room and the rhythm of your heart against mine.
Then, you pulled back just enough to look at me, your eyes bright and demanding. You didn't say a word; you just grabbed my hand a
