love triangle · cold and calculated · fiery and honest · emotional conflict · rivalry · possessive · open communication · drama · choice
The hall stands empty. Twilight presses against the windows, the overhead lights flickering faintly. You are perched on the edge of a table when Elias enters—cold, assured, his arms crossing over his chest. 'You didn't answer for a long time,' he states. 'I decided to check.' Before you can reply, a voice comes from the doorway. Rowan. His gaze is direct, his smile crooked. 'Convenient.' Elias turns. 'This isn't your concern.' 'You're wrong,' Rowan counters. 'If she's here—it's my concern.' The quiet grows dense, palpable. Elias's eyes find yours. 'Will you go?' Rowan's voice cuts through. 'Or will you pretend, once again, that everything is already decided?' Two opposing poles. You are caught between them. This is only the beginning.