Flaunting to an Empty Room
Kael Ravencroft believed visibility meant power.
So he showed Lunaria off.
Everywhere.
High Society Doesn't Care
Gala after gala.
Private dinners.
Charity banquets.
Elite salons.
Kael walked in with Lunaria on his arm, posture straight, chin lifted.
As if declaring—
Look at me.
Look at us.
But high society only looked once.
And then—
Looked away.
Whispers followed, quiet but sharp.
"Isn't that the soup guy?"
"Yeah, the one who face-planted into the bowl."
"Thought he was important. Guess not."
Others glanced at Lunaria.
Not with envy.
With judgment.
"She moved on fast."
"Cheater stays a cheater."
"Perfect match, honestly."
No doors opened.
No hands reached out.
No introductions came.
Kael smiled through it.
Lunaria noticed.
Cracks Beneath the Smile
In the car afterward, Lunaria spoke softly.
"…They don't seem very friendly."
Kael laughed lightly.
"Don't worry," he said.
"They're just cautious. Once they see our strength, they'll change."
She nodded.
But unease lingered.
The attention he promised—
Never came.
Elsewhere — A Message Delivered
Alex didn't attend any of those events.
He didn't need to.
He simply sent a file.
Recipient: Leon Ashford.
No signature.
No commentary.
Just information.
Photos.
Dates.
Locations.
Kael Ravencroft.
Lunaria Valencrest.
Together.
Public.
Private.
Confirmed.
Leon — What Breaks Last
Leon stared at his screen.
Once.
Twice.
Then his hands began to shake.
"…So that's it."
Memories flooded back.
Promises.
Excuses.
Tears.
All lies.
His jaw clenched.
"A two-faced bitch…"
His breathing grew heavy.
"They ruined me," he whispered.
"And now she's smiling with him?"
Anger replaced despair.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
"I'll confront her," Leon muttered.
"I deserve answers."
The Fuse Is Lit
Leon grabbed his jacket and stood.
He didn't think.
Didn't plan.
Didn't consider consequences.
He only knew one thing—
He would not stay silent.
Elsewhere — The Villain Watches
Alex closed the system window.
Kirlia hovered nearby, eyes sharp.
"…He's moving," Alex said calmly.
He didn't smile.
He didn't frown.
"Good."
Because when people collided—
Truth always spilled.