Tonight, silver moonlight spilled across the earth, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees outside, casting quivering. shadows.

Under the watchful gaze of the crucifix, Cassius stood in solemn prayer, his eyes lowered, fingers clasping the symbol of his faith. Ever since his beloved had passed away, he had sought solace in daily devotion, seeking redemption for sins he felt chained to the depths of his soul.

Countless nights had been for him, and now, standing before the altar once more, Cassius found his heart obscured by a fog of confusion and helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, Cassius turned to leave, but at that moment, the great doors of the church burst open with a resounding crash! A chilling gust swept through, scattering the sorrow from his furrowed brow. In the next second, the ethereal figure appeared through the mist: those piercing, luminous eyes cut through the dim solitude, reaching deep into Cassius‘ soul..

“Cassius.”

Chasel, his slender frame shivering in the cold draft, stood alone in the doorway, his elongated eyes brimming with tears. “You went looking for me. Why didn’t you wait just a little longer? Would waiting have killed you?”

A profound jolt struck Cassius‘ heart. He felt as if encased in ice, the turbulent emotions in his bloodshot eyes flaring violently.

how hard it was for me to find you?”

my phone. I didn’t dare look for you at the K Group’s building, didn’t dare go to Silverlake Harbor

broke on the last word, “But I was more afraid

had he uttered the word “afraid“? Cassius remembered when Chasel, the carefree second son of the prestigious Bright family, had first come to him – free–spirited, heedless of convention, never afraid of anything.

reduced him to this state? Was it the feud between their families? Or was it Cassius‘ own wavering, his cold–hearted quenching of their rekindled passion for the sake

heart ached as

from the window of my family’s estate,

“But how could that be.

“Dr. Bright.”

as stiff as if he were speaking for the first time, “This is a church; don’t speak of things that go against

let them punish me! Let

the Bright family, about divine punishment. What are those compared to you! If

instead of pain, he was enveloped in a warm embrace, rich with the scent of a

embrace he had been

from

you feverish?!” Cassius‘ hand touched Chasel’s sweat–drenched

“It’s okay.”

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