The warmth drained from Zach's hand, which fell lifelessly from Yves' cheek, marking the end of their journey.
A gut-wrenching cry tore from Yves' throat, shattering the silence of the night.
He clung to Zach's lifeless body, his arms wrapped tightly around him as if he could somehow bring him back by sheer will.
Blood smeared across his chest, mingling with his tears, but Yves ignored it all.
His world had crumbled, and he held onto Zach with all the strength he had left, refusing to let go, his heart breaking with every passing second.
Yves' sobbing voice ceased abruptly when another voice cut through the night air.
"There's no time to waste," Vincent said nonchalantly, his tone devoid of empathy. "Let's not stall any longer and finish everything as planned."
Rage surged within the blond right at that second, igniting a fire that momentarily burned through his grief.
