Yuri POV ඩාඩාඩා
People liked things simple.
Clear answers. Straight lines.
Something they could understand without thinking too hard.
I learned early on that if you gave them that—
they stopped looking any deeper.
The car pulled away the second I stepped out.
The house was already lit up, glass catching the city lights like it always did.
Clean. Quiet. Controlled.
"Welcome back, sir."
I nodded once and kept walking.
"Dinner?" someone asked.
"Later."
My voice echoed slightly.
I didn't like that.
I set my phone down on the counter, but didn't let go of it right away.
The screen lit up for a second.
Then went dark again.
I let go.
The house felt… still.
Not empty.
Just quiet in a way that made everything feel like it was waiting for something.
I walked toward the glass wall, hands in my pockets.
The city stretched out in front of me, lights scattered everywhere.
From here, everything looked small.
Easy.
That part never changed.
I exhaled slowly.
Today had been… annoying.
Not because of the questions.
Those were expected.
Jay wasn't.
She didn't hesitate. Didn't try to soften anything.
Just asked.
Direct. Careful.
Watching.
I leaned my shoulder slightly against the glass.
She was paying attention.
More than the others.
That could be a problem.
Not for me.
For him.
My jaw tightened slightly before I looked away.
Keifer.
Even thinking his name felt… different.
Not unfamiliar.
Just—
heavier.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling quietly.
He wasn't careless.
That much I knew.
Whatever happened that night—
it wasn't a mistake.
That thought sat there longer than it should've.
I pushed off the glass, walking back toward the center of the room.
The case was getting messy.
Timelines didn't match.
People were starting to notice that.
Especially her.
I picked up my phone again, unlocking it this time. Messages filled the screen—work, updates, things that didn't matter right now.
My thumb paused over one thread.
No name.
Just a number.
I stared at it for a second.
Then scrolled past it.
Not important.
I locked the phone and set it down again, slower this time.
Careful.
Always careful.
I leaned back slightly against the counter, staring ahead.
If this kept going—
things were going to shift.
They always did.
And when they did—
people chose sides.
I already had.
I just wasn't saying it out loud.
A faint smile crossed my face, gone just as quickly.
"…Yeah," I muttered quietly.
The room stayed silent.
Like always.
But this time—
it didn't feel as controlled as it usually did.
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