Control Before Chaos
He almost smiled at that. Almost.
"If I wanted to avoid answering, I wouldn't stand here and explain it to you."
She didn't reply this time.
Because deep down… she knew he wasn't lying.
And that made it worse.
The silence lingered again, heavier now, filled with everything neither of them chose to say. Questions. Doubts. Things better left untouched—for now.
So she let it go.
Not because she agreed.
But because she wasn't ready to hear more.
—
On the other side—
Ronan, Black, and Johny exchanged a look.
A silent one.
But heavy.
No words passed between them, but they didn't need any.
Ronan's jaw tightened ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the direction of that conversation. Black folded his arms, leaning back just enough to seem relaxed—but his gaze was sharp, calculating. Johny, on the other hand, let out a quiet breath through his nose, something between a scoff and a realization.
