Mira's body began to tremble as her hands instinctively rose to cover her ears. The world around her felt like it was collapsing, the noise of her own chaotic thoughts overwhelming her senses. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing it all to stop, to disappear, to return to some semblance of peace. Her breath came in quick, shallow whispers as she finally managed to speak, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in a storm.
"Zamian…" she whispered.
Her plea was soft, almost lost in the heavy silence between them, but it reached him. Zamian, standing just a few steps away, froze. His cold, calculating gaze faltered for a moment. There it was—a flicker of realization crossing his hardened features. In that single instant, he remembered—no, realized—just how much Mira had seen, how much she had endured. His chest tightened with the weight of guilt that surged through him. He hadn't wanted this. He hadn't wanted her to witness this side of him.
