𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ✔

𐙚♡-𝟐.𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞-♡𐙚

Aanan's pov~~

"I had become powerful for one reason: revenge."

My entire life had been a relentless pursuit to avenge my parents' deaths. Every decision, every ruthless move, had been driven by that singular goal. And when I finally achieved it-when I successfully destroyed the ones responsible-there was no satisfaction, no peace.

Instead, the restlessness had only grown. I have everything-the wealth, the power, the control, the fear-but nothing filled the void left behind. The revenge I thought would bring closure had only deepened my emptiness.

Everything seems meaningless. I have no purpose, no reason to live. Power, control-it all felt hollow.

Today, I found myself here again..... I wasn't supposed to be here. I didn't have time for parks, for distractions like this but I walked not because I wanted to relive memories of my parents, but because something inside me was restless.

The office and house both feels suffocating, The usual routine couldn't quiet the nagging feeling inside me.

As I walked along the familiar path, lost in thought, my gaze fell on her.

She was sitting on a bench, her delicate face framed by soft curls, her eyes distant and innocent. For a moment, the world stopped.

It hit me like a punch to the gut, a force I didn't see coming. She sat on that bench, small and quiet, her body curled inward like she was trying to make herself disappear. Something about the way her arms wrapped protectively around her knees, the way her eyes stared blankly at the book in her lap, made my blood stop cold.

She looked...broken. Fragile. A part of me recoiled, screamed to turn around and forget I saw her. I didn't do weakness. Didn't care about it. But another part-the part I didn't want to acknowledge-kept me rooted to the spot.

I couldn't look away.

What the hell was wrong with me? People didn't affect me like this. I controlled everything-emotions, outcomes, people. But this girl... she was unraveling something inside me. I hated it. I hated her for making me feel this way.

My gaze sharpened, narrowing as I studied her closer. Her hair hung loose, soft strands falling over her face, hiding those eyes that flickered with something too damn familiar-emptiness. I could feel it, a pull deep in my chest, like a hook was lodged there, dragging me toward her.

No. I didn't feel for anyone. Especially not for some girl who looked like she could be shattered with a word.

Yet, I found myself moving, drawn in like I had no choice. The closer I got, the more I felt it-the weight of her sadness pressing against me, suffocating me. What the hell was her problem? Why did she look so... hopeless, like life had chewed her up and spit her out?

She lifted her head just then, and those eyes... Jesus. Those eyes knocked the breath right out of me. Big, brown, and so fucking broken. It was like she was searching for something-someone-to save her.