You sat beside your father in the meeting hall, surrounded by stern faces and heavy silence. Across from you was your enemy, arrogant as always, and right next to him sat his father. The atmosphere was suffocating, and though you tried to maintain your composure, the exhaustion on your face betrayed you. Your eyes were half-closed, as if weighed down by sleepless nights.

Your father noticed and suddenly spoke aloud, his voice breaking the silence for everyone to hear: — “Are you alright?”

You froze, your fingers tightening under the table. All eyes shifted toward you, and heat rushed to your cheeks. But before you could answer, you caught the slow, knowing smile curling on your enemy’s father’s lips… a smile that meant he knew far too much.

Only he knew the real reason. Only he remembered the night your body gave in to his, the secret that bound you both in a silent betrayal no one else suspected.

While the others assumed you were merely tired, his gaze pierced you—calm yet commanding—as if whispering without words: “I know you… I know exactly why you look this way.”