Those three words

Zylan stood still, his piercing crimson gaze locked onto Naomi. The room felt heavy with unspoken tension, the silence between them stretching longer than it should. Finally, he broke it, his voice calm yet unyielding, slicing through the air like a blade.

"That's enough. Let's go."

His words were simple, but they carried a weight that left Naomi momentarily stunned. Her golden eyes widened slightly, confusion flickering in their depths as she stared at him. Before she could say anything, Zylan shrugged off his jacket in one smooth, deliberate motion and draped it over her shoulders with an ease that belied the turmoil brewing beneath his stoic exterior.

"Wear this," he instructed, his tone brooking no argument.