Yuna:
The silence didn't last long.
Ethan laughed first — low, humorless, the kind of sound that made my skin prickle. He wiped the corner of his lip where Luca's fist had almost landed, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You still step between bullets for him," he said quietly. "Some things never change."
Luca's jaw tightened beside me. I could feel the heat of his anger like a storm waiting to break. "Watch your words," he warned. "You lost the right to say her name a long time ago."
"I never lost her," Ethan replied, voice calm but sharp enough to cut. "She walked away."
The words hung heavy in the air.
My heart pounded. These two men carried pieces of my past like weapons — memories twisted into blame, love turned into possession.
"I'm not anyone's," I said, though my voice trembled slightly.
Ethan's gaze softened for a fraction of a second, dangerous in a different way. "That's where you're wrong," he murmured. "People like us don't forget what belongs to our souls."
Luca stepped forward instantly, placing himself slightly in front of me. Protective. Territorial.
"She's not a war you get to restart."
Ethan tilted his head, almost amused. "And you think you can protect her from the world you dragged her into?"
The accusation landed hard. Luca didn't answer — because he couldn't.
Outside, thunder rolled, echoing the tension inside the room.
I suddenly understood something terrifying: neither of them was fighting to win.
They were fighting because losing meant destruction.
Ethan moved closer, slow and deliberate, his voice dropping. "Tell me one thing," he said to me. "When everything falls apart… whose name do you call first?"
My breath caught.
Luca's hand found mine, rough and grounding, but Ethan's eyes held me captive — filled with history, regret, and something darker that refused to die.
And for the first time, I realized the real danger wasn't choosing between them.
It was that a part of me still belonged to both.
"I'm sorry Luca, but it was always Ethan to comfort me".
Luca said," then choose one your brother or your lover".
"Luca's, he ... He isn't my lover".
Luca's grip tightened around my wrist, not enough to hurt — just enough to stop me from stepping back.
The room felt smaller, the air heavier, like the walls themselves were waiting for my answer.
Ethan didn't move. He stood across from us, silent, watching, his expression unreadable but his eyes burning into mine.
There was no anger there, no demand — only a quiet certainty that unsettled me more than rage ever could.
"Say it clearly," Luca murmured, his voice low. "Don't hide behind half-truths."
My heartbeat thundered in my ears.
" I said we are not lovers".
A bitter smile touched Luca's lips. "really? Then why would you choose him over him."
Memories crashed through me — laughter that once felt safe, nights filled with whispered promises, the fragile peace that shattered the moment secrets came to light.
Ethan finally stepped forward.
"Luca," he said calmly, "you're scaring her."
"I'm asking for honesty," Luca shot back.
"Something neither of you seems good at."
Silence stretched between them, sharp and dangerous.
I pulled my hand free, the sudden motion making both of them look at me.