I repeated myself, my tone unwavering, "Kill Paul tonight." The name hung heavily between us, a name that represented a threat to the fragile peace we were trying to build.
Without waiting for a response from Obin, I abruptly hung up the phone. The call had been made, and the wheels of a dark and irreversible plan were set in motion.
As I turned away from the balcony and reentered the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and heaviness in my heart.
I sat down next to Elena, my heart heavy with the weight of the decision I had made. As she slept peacefully, I began to speak softly, addressing her even though she couldn't hear me.
"Elena, I apologize," I began, my voice filled with regret and determination. "I'm not willing to take any chances with this. I will tolerate everything, but I cannot share you with anyone."
