Zayn sat at the edge of the rooftop, the night wind tousling his dark hair as he stared out over the glowing cityscape. Beneath the dazzling lights and towering skyscrapers, he could hear the distant hum of life—cars, voices, chaos. But inside him, everything was painfully still.
The system was quiet tonight.
For once, there were no missions. No flashing alerts or sudden danger. Just silence. Yet, it was louder than any siren in his ears.
“I thought you liked the view,” a soft voice said from behind him.
He didn’t turn. “I do.”
A faint smile curved on his lips when her scent reached him—lavender, mixed with something uniquely hers. She came to sit beside him, her knees drawn up, her arms resting on them.
“You’ve been quiet lately,” she said. “More than usual.”
Zayn tilted his head,
