Nico held the black silk bundle out with one hand, face unreadable.
Kyan blinked at it, then slowly reached out—his fingers hesitating midair before finally gripping the cloth.
He unfolded it carefully, eyes squinting in confusion...
Then his heart dropped.
It was his shirt.
The one he left behind in Nico's hideout.
Kyan gaped. "You—" His voice caught. "You brought this back?"
Nico raised a brow, cool as ever. "You forgot it."
Kyan stared at the shirt like it had just slapped him.
All that suspense. All that tension. For this?
"I thought it was—" He shook his head, clearly annoyed. "Forget it."
Nico walked off like nothing had happened.
No smirk. No backward glance.
Just hands in his pockets, footsteps cool and steady as he left the hallway behind—like he hadn't just messed with Kyan's soul and walked away.
Later, in his study, the silence was thick.
The heavy curtains were drawn, the light dim.
