AUTHOR'S POV
Kingland,
02:33 am
The mansion slept in silence while the world outside drowned in rain.
Thunder rolled distantly, the kind that made the windows tremble and the walls hum. Near the main door, a faint light glowed as Sybil walked past to go towards the kitchen for water. As usual her steps were voiceless. A very common for a ballet dancers but for the world to notice.
She stopped when she noticed the door slightly ajar, wind was heavily coming in.
She drew closer to ask guards to close them but through the blur of falling rain, two figures stood at the edge of the entrance courtyard caught her eyes.
One—rigid, drenched, his head bowed. Hands behind his back in a submissive way. Kevin.
The other—tall, composed, with authority radiating even in silence. Hunter. Holding an umbrella over his head.
The rain poured harder muting every sound except his voice."From now on," Hunter said evenly, his tone low but merciless, "you won’t be entering the mansion again. You’ve been offside."
Kevin’s fingers twitched behind his back. For a moment, he lifted his gaze as if to explain, but his eyes caught Sybil standing in the doorway. A flash of realization crossed his face, and then he looked down again.
"I follow your reasoning, Chief," he replied, his words formal, quiet—resigned.
Hunter said nothing for a moment, the silence between thunder and rain tightening around them. Then, with a calm that felt sharper than anger, he added,"You’re done here."
Kevin bowed once, neither pleading nor defending, and stepped back into the storm. The rain swallowed him whole, his silhouette vanishing into the gray night.
Inside, Sybil stood frozen by the doorway, the sound of rain filled the empty hall, louder now, crueler somehow.
Sybil took a hesitant step forward but stopped herself. Her chest felt tight—this was because of her. Kevin was only helping, and now he was out there, soaked and dismissed.
The rain drummed steadily against the ground, pulling her deeper into guilt.
—until something broke her train of thought.
Hunter crouched down.
Her brows furrowed. There wasn’t anyone else there. She tilted her head slightly, curiosity taking over. Then she saw it—beneath his umbrella, a small squirrel trembling against the downpour.
He lowered the umbrella further, shielding the tiny creature.
Sybil blinked, momentarily forgetting everything else. The man who commanded armies, who spoke in orders and silence—was kneeling for a squirrel.
Leaving his umbrella for the squirrel he finally stood, shaking off the damp from his hair, the rain had softened against his skin. His dark strands clung to his forehead, softening the harsh edges of his face. For a fleeting second, he looked almost boyish—human.
His face half-lit by the flicker of lightning. His gaze met hers through the thin veil of water and wind—steady, unreadable. He didn’t speak. Didn’t flinch. Just walked past her, heading for the mansion.
And yet, for the briefest second, something human flickered behind his cold eyes.
Sybil clenched her fists, anger flickering through her guilt. She couldn’t just stay silent this time.
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MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET
Action[ Story Of Misunderstanding ] [ Gory Concept ] • Mafia's Target Series Hunter King returns, now stronger, more ruthless, and undeniably crueler than before. Though a part of him has undoubtedly died, it is the weakest part- his heart. Sybil, a ball...
