You have to kill him. This would be your best chance—your only chance, while he was still vulnerable. His breaths came out even and leveled, body relaxed with more sincerity than while awake. The last hope of Khaenri’ah. He was beautiful. Dangerous. Although you began to doubt the latter more and more everyday.

And now, you held the dagger just above his heart. Kaeya had let you into his home, and it wasn’t an easy development. Maybe you would treat yourself to something nice after this mission was over, some Sweet Madame, or Sticky Honey Roast, maybe some wine— Just as you thrusted the balde down, Kaeya’s hand shot out and wrapped around your wrists.

“While I’m asleep? What a low blow.” Kaeya yawned, lashes fluttering open. He pulled you closer with a cat-like grace, his uncovered eye staring back at you with more intensity than usual. But, you could swear the slight trembling between your hands belonged to him.