AUTHOR'S POV:-
Fourth stood at the threshold, staring at the flickering light above. It blinked once, casting fleeting shadows across the dim corridor. The air smelled of damp concrete, and the silence pressed down on him like a heavy weight. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.
Beside him, the guard stood rigid, hands clasped behind his back. Unmoving. Watching.
Fourth wanted to leave this place. No—he needed to. A restless energy coiled inside him, a simmering urgency he couldn't quite place. He had spent two long, agonizing weeks in that hospital, watching Gemini recover—days stretched thin with exhaustion, haunted by the echoes of a night he wished he could forget.
But now, he was back. Back where he belonged. His place. His people.
Ford. Mark. Ace. They were safe. That should have been enough.
But Gemini?
Gemini was a different story.
Fourth had pleaded—begged—him to let this go, to not do this now. Not when they had barely scraped through with their lives. Not when the weight of that night still clung to them like a shadow that refused to lift.
But Gemini had already made up his mind.
He wanted to see Arthit.
Wanted to talk to him.
Fourth knew better. This wasn't just a conversation. It never was. And the look in Gemini's eyes? It told him everything he needed to know.
This was unfinished business. And it would only end one way.
Gemini had told him he didn't need to be here.
And Fourth would have loved it that way. But something—something off—refused to let him leave. It gnawed at him, tightening its grip around his chest. Gemini had been the one to insist Fourth stay far away from anything involving Arthit. Yet now, here he was, waiting outside the door as Gemini stood just beyond, taking a call.
So, Fourth waited.
Patiently.
Unsettled.
A few moments later, the click of boots against the cold floor broke the silence.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting?"
Fourth turned his head slightly to see Gemini approaching, lazily tossing his phone into his pocket. There was something in the way he moved—too casual, too calm. It didn't sit right with Fourth.
He forced a small, unreadable smile. "I told you, you don't need to be here, love."
"And I told you to rest. Do you listen to me?" Fourth shot back, voice low.
Gemini exhaled sharply, a small sigh of amusement. "I am fine, Fourth. Do you see anything wrong with me?"
Fourth's jaw tightened. "I see you. And you are a wrong yourself," he huffed.
Gemini only smirked, shaking his head slightly, before turning toward the door.
Fourth swallowed hard as the guard stepped forward, unlocking it with a heavy, deliberate motion.
A low creak echoed through the dimly lit room as they stepped inside.
The air was thick. Stagnant.
And in the center of it all—there he was.
Arthit.
Tied to a chair.
After Virote revealed his intent to kill Fourth, and Arthit—driven by his obsession—protested against it, Virote's men had forcibly restrained him. To keep him from interfering, they dragged him away and locked him in one of the rooms, choosing to imprison rather than kill him. And that was how Ford had found him.
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The Bound Collision
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