[Yue's POV]
Love.
A word so soft, so delicate… and yet, so cruelly paradoxical.
I never believed it was meant for me, not truly. I had long accepted that my path would be cold and unyielding, forged from duty and obsession, not warmth or affection. So to say I fell in love feels almost like a betrayal.
A betrayal of everything I endured, everything I became.
And to fall for Amon Solaris, of all people—the man who once came to end my life—was beyond reason. But love doesn't ask for permission. It slips in through the cracks you never knew existed.
Why him? I ask myself this often.
But the answer isn't simple. Because the story doesn't begin with love—it starts with loss.
