"No... it can't be true..." Ryley whispered, desperately clinging to the fragile remnants of his faith. But doubt had taken root, and its tendrils twisted around his thoughts, refusing to loosen their grip.
His decision to inhabit Ryota's body, to step into his soul and confront Sean head-on today, was driven by an unwavering determination to seek the truth. He longed to hear the words, spoken directly from Sean's lips, that would dispel the haunting shadows of suspicion.
The memories of their tender kisses and the warmth of Sean's embraces tugged at Ryley's heart, causing it to waver in its resolve. The sensations he had once found solace in now mingled with the blade that rested in his trembling hand, a constant reminder of the vengeance he had sought to suppress.
