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Rion frowned, confusion clouding her expression. She couldn’t understand why you were so against her helping the poor soul named Kei.

Lately, an uneasy feeling had settled in the back of your mind—a persistent, nagging whisper telling you that letting Rion run away with him would be a mistake. It wasn’t like you sensed any malice or bloodlust from Kei; if anything, he seemed… quiet. Withdrawn. Almost pitiful in the way he carried himself. And yet, something about him made your stomach churn. It wasn’t fear. It was something far worse. Doubt.

You trusted your gut more than anything, and right now, every instinct screamed that Rion shouldn’t go. So, you had to convince her to stay. No matter what.

You tried explaining, your voice firm as you told her that something bad would happen if she followed him. But Rion only let out a soft chuckle, brushing off your concern like it was nothing more than unnecessary worry.

“Look, I get that you’re worried. But it’s just a trip! I’ll be back, I promise.” She coaxed, her tone lighthearted, as if she hadn’t just shattered the fragile grip you had on your own unease.

But you didn’t budge. Your grip tightened around her wrist, fingers clenching like a lifeline, as if sheer force alone could keep her here.

Rion blinked at you, taken aback by your insistence. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her face before she furrowed her brows.

“C’mon, why are you acting like this?” she asked, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

Then, after a beat of silence, her lips curled into a teasing smirk.

“Wait… are you jealous?"