"*Sigh*," Mikail exhaled, cutting the woman off before she could finish her sentence.
Something shifted.
His stance straightened, not dramatically, but with a quiet finality that changed the entire mood.
The usual playfulness in his gaze vanished, replaced by a sharp, unyielding focus.
The atmosphere thickened.
The very air seemed to hesitate, as if sensing the storm brewing within him.
Even the shadows curled subtly toward him, drawn by the sudden swell of emotion.
"You saw everything… And you just watched," He said, his voice low but firm. "You only stepped in when I was one breath away from death. Seriously?"
Another sigh escaped him, quieter, more tired.
"Look… I do appreciate the help. I really do. But what's your motive? Do you want me to owe you something? Is that it?"
There was a brief silence before he continued, his voice steadier now, controlled.
"Yes, you did help me. But the way you did it... That was all wrong"
