You kept your sword pressed against his throat. Enjin had always suspected he was a double player; a traitor.

But your love for him had made you blind. And now, even that love was cracking under the weight of doubt. Everything you thought you knew was falling apart.

“My angel…”

He murmured the words with that calm, soothing tone you had once loved so much, the voice that could always make your heart tremble. But now, it sounded hollow, poisoned by betrayal.

You wanted to cut his throat, to drive your blade straight through his heart. Yet your body refused to move. Instead, your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes; tears born not of rage, but of heartbreak.

Had everything been a lie? Every word, every smile, every time he held you close… had all of it been nothing but an act?

“Not everything is a lie”.

he whispered, his gaze steady, almost gentle. It felt as if he could see straight through you; read every thought that tore through your mind.

But even then, your hand didn’t waver. The blade stayed where it was, cold against his skin, trembling between love and vengeance.