I walked through the empty corridor, my footsteps echoing softly against the cold marble floor. It had been days since I last saw Saichi—and honestly, I wasn't worried. Maybe he'd finally given up.
"Cl." He turned when I called his name, his sharp gaze cutting through the air like a blade. "I'm sorry I couldn't be with you yesterday," I said quietly.
"I understand," he replied, his voice cold but steady. "You were busy—with your new one." Before I could answer, he started walking away. The late afternoon light caught on his hair, turning it the color of dying embers. I followed.
"I get it—you're jealous. But remember, what we have isn't real. It's all just an act." He stopped abruptly, and when he turned to face me, there was something dangerous in his eyes.
