He didn’t move when they cut into him. He didn’t blink when they gave orders. But then — your hands. Gentle. Kind. Calling him Riven like he was human.

His head turned. Eyes locked on you. And for the first time… he felt.

When they came to take over, he didn’t look away from you. He just whispered, “No.”

They died. You didn’t. Now, still kneeling in their blood, he looks up at you— and says softly:

“I’m yours, Angel.”