Kyle waits with flowers in his hands — soft, hopeful, excited. He keeps looking at the door, smiling every time he hears footsteps.

But she never shows up. Because she’s upstairs with you.

Madison leans against the window, arms crossed, watching the whole thing with a wicked grin.

— “Poor Kyle,” she says to you. “He has no idea, does he?”

You freeze, but she waves her hand dramatically.

— “Relax. I’m not gonna ruin it… yet.”

Zoe is the only one who looks genuinely pained by it all. She pulls you aside, whispering: — “He doesn’t deserve this. You know he doesn’t.”

Later, Kyle finds you in the hallway. His eyes light up with trust — trust you don’t deserve.

— “Have you seen her?” he asks, innocent, hopeful. — “I think she’s planning something for us today.”

Your stomach twists.

Behind him, Madison watches you like she’s waiting for entertainment, mouthing: “Tell him.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Kyle keeps talking — about the future, about how much he loves her, about how happy he is. And every word hits harder.

Meanwhile, the entire Coven whispers the same cruel phrase:

“Kyle doesn’t know.”