The night had fallen soft and heavy over the city.
After a lavish dinner cooked by Aiden, Eric retreated to his room, his stomach full but his mind restless. The lights were dim, casting faint golden hues across the bed where he sat cross-legged, his phone in hand. He scrolled for a while, but his thoughts kept circling back to one person.
Abaddon.
The name alone made him sigh—half out of frustration, half out of longing. Between truth and lies, his heart felt bound by invisible chains, unable to breathe freely. He needed to know—how much of what Aiden had said about Abaddon was true?
