Leone
I stride down the dimly lit corridor, the sound of my steps a steady beat against the cold stone floor. Two weeks—fourteen days that feel like both an eternity and a heartbeat. Each visit to Fallon’s room is the same; no fight remains, only a vacant stare which chills me more than I care to admit.
“Maria says you’re due for your cycle,” I murmur as I enter the room where Fallon lies on the bed, staring through me with those deep green eyes which once burned with fierce determination. Now, there’s only emptiness. “The moment you miss it, we’ll know.”
Her silence cuts deep. I can’t tell if it’s satisfaction or disgust simmering within me as I approach her. In the dark, I claim her body, forcing my seed into her daily. I search her gaze for any sign of life. She’s gone, retreated som
