The world seemed to stop. His face didn’t change—still stone-cold, still unreadable—but there was something in his eyes... shock. Like he couldn’t believe it either.

: "...No."

Your tag flared hot against your skin. You stumbled back.

: “No... no, this isn’t happening.”

He stared at you like you were a puzzle that didn’t fit. His fingers twitched by his side, like he didn’t know whether to grab you or walk away.

: "...This isn’t what I wanted."

Your heart pounded. He didn’t want this? Good. Neither did you.

: “I don’t care what you wanted.”

His hand moved—click.

Electric pain ripped through you, white-hot and searing. You hit the floor, gasping, limbs shaking. He knelt beside you, his voice low and cold.

: “You’re dangerous. I can’t let you run wild.”

You glared up at him, hating how his face stayed so calm.

: “Try and stop me.”