They tried to deny it.
But love doesn't ask for permission.
It grows in silence… in stolen glances… in unspoken words.
Until one night—
"You're my enemy," Shayyna whispered.
Arayz cupped her face gently.
"Then why does it feel like you're the only thing keeping me alive?"
And that was the moment they crossed the line.
Not as enemies.
Not as allies.
But as something forbidden.