Yuna:
"Then why did you had a sex with her, even if you said I'm your weakness, Ethan? Isn't she also become your weakness too?"
The question hung in the air like a blade.
Ethan went completely still.
For the first time since I had known him, he looked… caught off guard.
His hand slowly fell from my shoulder, his gaze drifting away as if the answer was somewhere he didn't want to look.
"She was never my weakness," he said at last, his voice low.
"Then what was she?" I demanded, my chest tightening. "Because it didn't look meaningless to me."
A shadow crossed his face. But it was not Regret. It was Annoyance. Maybe even anger — but not at me.
"At that time," he murmured, "I didn't have anything to lose."
His words stung more than I expected.
"And now?" I asked quietly.
His eyes lifted to mine again, intense and unguarded.
"Now I have you."
My breath faltered, but the ache in my chest didn't disappear.
"Then why having sex with her but not with me?" I whispered. "Why not wait... Why not choose me for having sex?"
Ethan stepped closer, slow and careful, like approaching something fragile.
"Because I didn't think I deserved you," he admitted. "People like me don't get something pure without ruining it first."
I shook my head, tears burning behind my eyes. "That sounds like an excuse."
"Maybe it is," he said honestly. "But I never looked at her the way I look at you."
Silence wrapped around us again, heavy with things left unsaid.
His voice softened.
"I was surviving back then, Yuna. With you… I'm living. And that terrifies me more than any enemy ever could."
My heart betrayed me by softening, even while doubt lingered.
Loving him felt like standing at the edge of a storm — knowing it could destroy me, yet unable to step away.
The elevator door opened and my brother came.
"Then say that you love....". He heard me.
"Luca...". He said, "what did you just said to Ethan now, Yuna?". His face goes angry from happy.
Luca's eyes moved between us, sharp and suspicious. The warmth that had been on his face seconds ago disappeared, replaced by anger.
"What did you do?" he demanded, stepping forward until he stood between Ethan and me.
"I didn't do anything," Ethan replied calmly, though I could see the tension in his shoulders.
"That's exactly what worries me," Luca shot back. "Whenever you're calm, someone gets hurt."
"Luca, stop," I said quickly, grabbing his arm. "It's not what you think."
His gaze softened when he looked at me, but concern still lingered. "Yuna look at you, you're crying."
Only then did I realize tears were still sliding down my cheeks.
"I'm fine," I whispered, though even I didn't believe it.
Luca turned back to Ethan, his expression hardening again. "I told you to stay away from her."
Ethan's jaw tightened.
"And I told you I can't."
The air between them turned heavy, thick with years of friendship now strained by something neither of them wanted to lose.