The question hung in the air, heavy and still, echoing softly in the quiet room. Sophia stood only a step away from Marcus, her gaze steady and unwavering, searching his eyes for every flicker of thought, every hint of intention. She knew exactly what was at stake. Marcus was Adrian’s right hand, his closest confidant, the man who knew every secret of their organization, every layer of their lives. If anyone had the power to unravel the carefully constructed life she had built—both the disguise of the quiet student and the hidden identity of a powerful leader—it was him.
Marcus remained standing tall, his posture respectful yet open, his expression calm and sincere. He didn't look away, didn't hesitate, didn't show even a shadow of conflict between his loyalty to his best friend and his n
