Micah
"Once Scarlet knew she was just a mission, and you don't really love her... I wonder how she'll react," Dennise said, a sly grin curling on her lips as she leaned back against the shelf. Her voice was teasing, but her words cut sharper than she realized.
I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, a voice rang out from the doorway.
"So... all of this was just because you have a mission?"
The blood in my veins froze. That voice—it was unmistakable. Scarlet.
I turned toward the door, my breath catching as my eyes landed on her. She stood there, half-hidden in the dim light, her face a mix of shock, anger, and hurt. Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, as though holding herself together.
"Scarlet," I started, my voice faltering.
Dennise smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. "Well, this just got interesting," she drawled, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the shelf.
