I couldn't notion myself till the lights alarmed red.
The blaring red lights painted the room in an ominous glow, turning every shadow into a threat. Jazz's face, sharp and dangerous, even though hard to see, he became even more attractive under the pulsing illumination.
His features were carved like a marble statue, smooth skin catching the intermittent flashes, making him look both ethereal and unyielding.
I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not by the way the flashing lights kissed his defined back against his black compressed shirt, nor by the almost magnetic pull of his presence. He was cornered. Yet, the way he looked at me, the calm dominance in his stance—it was like I was the one who'd been caught.
I took a step forward, refusing to let my uncertainty show. But his eyes, cold and steady, locked onto mine with such intensity that it felt like they were peeling back every layer of resolve I had.
There was no escape for him, but somehow, I felt like I was the one trapped.
JAZZ KLEIN'S POINT OF VIEW.
For two months. I hated hearing my name.
I resent it.
I always hated my name, and nobody ever knew.
The way it sounded, the pressure it felt.
But when it came from her lips, it became something soft, something I could hold. In her voice, it sounded different, as if it was always meant to be mine. I hated my name, until I heard it from her.
As Heart Stealer approached me slowly, her are fixated on me like I'm the only one keeping her steady. I don't know what it is she sees when she looks at me like that, like I'm made of something rare, something she's afraid to lose.
My body found itself turning towards her.
Slowly, until slowly—she walked over dead bodies while keeping her gaze on me, until our presence are inches apart, until her emerald eyes lingered close apart.
Those sparkle on her eyes she always had, still adamant. I could feel her warm breaths softening my heart, as if I never decided to set us apart.
It feels like if I speak, I'll break the moment. Her gaze stays steady, worried, like she's memorizing me like a painting, like she's trying to hold me in place with just her eyes. Her eyes hold me like I'm something fragile, I don't know how long we could stay like this, like she's trying to tell me something without speaking, like I'm supposed to understand.
"---" I let my tongue roll and immediately stopped.
I don't, I shouldn't. I've only realized I should continue my father's legacy, the Alasteer depends on me, and he depended on me.
"Jazz, I'm so sorry." Her eyes, those eyes were begging for forgiveness.
Then, Heart swiftly eases her stiletto to the side of my head, intercepting a bullet to the gun that attempted to shoot my head, I was too distracted by her emerald eyes.
With a swift motion, she flicks her stiletto, and I heard a man thud, she aimed that so precisely while maintaining her intense gaze at me, not breaking the tension.
"There's nothing to apologize, Heart. I understand, you had amnesia, and I had my paradigms shifted."
"I'm willing to shift my paradigm to you, Jazz."
