You were the thorn in Gray’s side—relentless, elusive, and maddeningly untraceable. A shadow from a dark guild, always just beyond his grasp. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d prepared for your next move, only to find himself outmaneuvered again. It had become a game of ghosts and steel, of near-misses and sharpened grudges.

Tonight was no different. He was already in position—silent, coiled, ready to strike.

And yet… here you were. In his home.

The audacity.

Especially after the chaos you unleashed last week at the Grand Magic Games—the bruises had barely faded, the dust had only just settled.

His voice cut through the still air, low and venom-laced. “Why are you in my house?” The snarl wasn’t just anger—it was disbelief. And something colder beneath it. The kind of fury that brews only in long, unfinished wars.