All is red

Chapter 5: The Whisper in the Wind

Ethan was 18 when he finally understood the weight of his heritage. The White Angel mafia wasn't just a name, it was a legacy, a responsibility. The whispers of his father's past, the stories of his ruthless rise and his sudden, violent demise, became a constant hum in his ears. He was no longer just the boy Angel protected, but the heir, the future leader.

Angel, now 24, watched as Ethan grew into his role, his youthful naivety replaced with a steely resolve. She saw the weight of the world on his shoulders, the constant burden of expectation. She saw the fire in his eyes, a fire ignited by both ambition and grief.

Their bond, forged in the crucible of danger, had transformed into something deeper, something more profound. Angel found herself drawn to Ethan's strength, his intelligence, his kindness that never wavered even in the face of darkness. He saw through her facade, recognizing the flicker of a lost soul beneath her steely demeanor. He saw the pain in her eyes, the memories that haunted her, and he offered her a solace she never thought she'd find.

They were a delicate dance, a waltz between shadows and light. Angel, the ghost, the phantom, the whisper in the wind, and Ethan, the heir, the leader, the future. Their connection was a secret shared only between them, a forbidden love blooming in the heart of danger.

They spent stolen moments together, in the quiet corners of his mansion, amidst the whispers of the mansion staff. He would read to her, his voice a balm to her soul, and she would recount stories of her past, the life she left behind, the family she lost, her constant yearning for the innocence she could never reclaim.

He was her anchor, her light in the darkness. He was the reason she stayed, the reason she continued to walk the path she swore to never leave. He was the reason she believed in a future, a future where she could finally let go of the ghosts that haunted her.