Kyle's anger boiled over, his fists trembling as he lunged forward. The first swing missed, but the second connected—a sharp crack against Zaris' cheek. Blood trickled down, but Zaris didn't flinch. Instead, he laughed—a low, unsettling sound that echoed in the night. Slowly, he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, his movements deliberate, his gaze locked on Kyle.
"Not bad," Zaris said, his voice calm, almost amused. "Care to try again?"
Kyle's face twisted in fury, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. Zaris shifted his stance, his muscles tensing as he prepared to counter—but before he could, Jessica stepped between them.
"Enough!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
Zaris froze, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. *Something had shifted.* Gone was the trembling, fearful girl he'd overheard earlier. In her place stood someone entirely different— *a force he hadn't accounted for.*
Her posture, once timid, was now unyielding. *Her stance, firm. Her breath, steady.* Jessica wasn't pleading anymore—she was commanding. It wasn't just defiance; *it was dominance* , threaded with something eerily deliberate.
"You don't know who you're messing with," she said, her voice lower now, dangerously quiet. "Stay out of this. Whatever stupid act you think you're pulling, don't try it again. This is between me and Kyle."
Her words weren't simply a warning; they carried *weight. An edge. A knowing confidence.*
Kyle smirked, his confidence surging as he watched Jessica confront Zaris. "See? She doesn't need your help, pal. Why don't you run along before you get hurt?"
Zaris didn't respond immediately. He simply stared at Jessica, his expression unreadable, his calm demeanor unwavering. But inside, he felt a flicker of something unexpected— *a pull of intrigue, a whisper of caution.*
This wasn't just about Kyle.
*Jessica was something else entirely.*
Kyle's gloating filled the silence, but Zaris remained still. *Watching. Calculating. Assessing.*
---
*The Aftermath*
As Zaris walked away, the sting of Kyle's hit was an afterthought. Jessica's words, however, clung to him like a thorn in his side. Who was she to step in with such unwavering confidence? And why did her loyalty to Kyle, a man so clearly toxic, seem unshakeable?
Returning to the mansion, Zaris found Jace pacing angrily in the study. The tension between them was palpable, but Zaris, lost in thought, barely acknowledged his brother's brooding presence.
"What's your problem?" Jace asked, his voice sharp.
"Nothing," Zaris replied coolly, avoiding the conversation. But Jace wasn't convinced, his curiosity piqued by Zaris' distraction.
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*Jace's Turmoil*
Jace paced the mansion's study, the weight of his frustration grinding against his chest. The failed mission gnawed at him, and his anger had been his only outlet—until now. When he'd seen Zaris earlier, something about the quietness in his demeanor had unsettled him. He assumed the same weight bore down on Zaris, but there was more to it—something deeper.
The reminders of Villen University hung heavy over both of them, but Jace knew the place haunted Zaris in ways far beyond the mission. For Zaris, the sprawling university grounds were not just a target but a lingering ghost—a cruel echo of a past best left forgotten.
Steeling himself, Jace left the study and found Zaris staring out the drawing room window, his silhouette etched in moonlight.
"We'll get it done soon," Jace began, his voice softer now. "We'll finish the job, leave Villen behind, and disappear. You don't need to let the past weigh you down."
Zaris didn't turn. "You think that's what this is about?" His voice was calm but distant, carrying a quiet edge that made Jace tense.
"I know it is. That place—it's poison for both of us. But soon it'll be nothing more than a bad memory."
Zaris finally turned, his gaze sharp and cold. "You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" He stepped closer, his movements deliberate. "You don't know a damn thing about what I feel."
Jace's jaw tightened. "I'm trying to help you, Zaris. Maybe drop the attitude for once."
"Help? Like you help yourself? I've seen what you turn to when things get tough." Zaris' tone was sharp, calculated—a direct hit to Jace's guarded secret.
The words hung heavy in the air, making Jace flinch. Zaris knew. He always had.
Jace's anger bubbled just below the surface, his fists clenched as he met his brother's icy glare. "Don't act like you're better than me, Zaris. We both have demons. At least I don't pretend mine don't exist."
Zaris didn't respond, his silence cutting deeper than any retort.
Finally, Jace broke the silence, his voice low and cold. "Fine. If you want to keep shutting me out, go ahead. But don't act like I'm the problem."
As Zaris turned back to the window, indifferent to his departure, Jace left the mansion with one thought driving him forward: he needed *Green Eyes* to clear his path.
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*Jessica and Taylor: A Sister's Concern *
Jessica sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, arms crossed, eyes flickering with worry as she watched Taylor methodically lace up her boots. It had been hours since she left that alley, since Zaris had forced himself into her personal war with Kyle, since the entire night had shifted into something she couldn't quite control.
"You need to be careful," Jessica muttered, her voice quieter than usual.
Taylor glanced up, puzzled. "Careful of what?"
Jessica hesitated. There was no use hiding things from Taylor—not when they were bound together by secrets thicker than blood. "Everything it's not safe" she admitted, watching as Taylor's fingers froze over the laces.
A strange look flashed across Taylor's face—almost unreadable, a flicker of hesitation that Jessica caught but Taylor quickly masked.
"You don't have to worry about me," Taylor finally said, standing up, adjusting her jacket like she was suiting up for battle.
Jessica inhaled sharply, debating whether to push further. But she didn't. Because she knew that *when the fear stepped into the night, Taylor was gone.*
And nothing could stop her.
*The Meeting of Hidden Identities*
The Mask had always been a mystery to Green Eyes, a shadowy figure who thrived in the darkness, untouchable and enigmatic. But tonight, something was different. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken tension.
She had never wanted him like this before.
Green Eyes had always teased, always toyed with the idea of something more between them. It was a game, a dance they'd played countless times before, even on the edge of danger. But it had never crossed into reality. Until tonight.
His piercing green gaze burned through the mask she wore, leaving her exposed in ways she hated to admit. She didn't know him beyond the shadows, beyond the enigmatic presence he projected. But she was weak to his scent, his touch, the caress of his hand that left her breath hitching.
Neither of them spoke. Neither of them needed to.
When their lips finally met, it wasn't love that pulled them together. It wasn't trust. It was *a raw, unspoken desire to escape the pain that plagued them both* —a fleeting moment of solace in a world that offered none.
As they parted, breathless and silent, the weight of what had just happened settled between them. But the night didn't allow them reprieve.
Green Eyes shifted his stance, his tone quiet but calculated. "You're quieter tonight," the Mask noted, forcing a calmness into her voice.
"Let's just say I've been given a new challenge," Green Eyes said, his words measured. "And I thought I'd get your take."
Taylor's heart quickened, but she didn't let it show. "Hypothetically?"
He smirked faintly, his green eyes sharp. "Naturally."
She crossed her arms, her gaze steady. "Go on."
"Say someone's gotten... too close. Too dangerous," he began, his voice low, deliberate. "You've got to remove them, cleanly. No loose ends. What's the play?"
Her breath hitched slightly, her mind racing. She didn't know what—or who—he was talking about, but his tone carried an edge she couldn't ignore.
"Simple," she said, her voice cold. "You find their weakness, exploit it, and make sure you're far enough away when the dominoes start falling."
Green Eyes smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. "Efficient," he said. "I like it."
Their gazes locked for a moment, the tension between them simmering. The mask knew she should walk away, should retreat before she let her guard down any further.
"It's late," she said abruptly, taking a step back. "I should go."
Green Eyes inclined his head, his smirk lingering. "Until next time, Mask."
As she disappeared into the shadows, Mask couldn't shake the lingering tension—or the sinking feeling that whatever challenge Green Eyes faced, it was more dangerous than he let on.
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*Zaris: The Silent Observer*
Back at the mansion, Zaris sat in the dim glow of his study, tapping his fingers absently against the desk. The house was quiet now, the tension between him and Jace lingering like smoke that refused to clear.
And yet, *his mind wasn't on Jace anymore.*
It was on Jessica.
Her voice, her warning, the way she had shifted so effortlessly into something dangerous—that unsettled him. It wasn't fear. It was *something else* .
A sharp sound outside pulled Zaris from his thoughts. He stood, moving toward the window, scanning the darkness.
Then, he saw them.
Jessica, standing just beyond the streetlight's glow. Her posture tense, her voice hushed as she spoke to someone.
Taylor.
Zaris narrowed his eyes, watching closely. He didn't hear everything. But he heard enough.
"Be careful," Jessica whispered.
Taylor didn't answer. She just disappeared into the night.
Zaris exhaled slowly, the pieces shifting in his mind.
*Something was happening.*
And for the first time in a long while,
*he didn't like what he was starting to see.*