Casper never contacted Zixuan that night.
No texts. No calls. Not even one of his usual voice messages that often arrived at odd hours—half-laced with affection, half-laced with his controlling concern. Just… nothing.
And that silence was more terrifying than any threat he could've spoken aloud.
Casper was never the type to disappear. He had always made his presence known, always made sure Zixuan felt him—through gestures, warnings, or well-placed kisses on the back of her hand. His earlier outburst might have seemed volatile, but it was still Casper. This… void? This unnatural calm?
Zixuan knew him too well.
Now that he had seen the truth—confirmed it with his own eyes—that she and Cecilion were far more than siblings by law or blood… she knew he was plotting something. He wouldn't scream. He wouldn't expose them recklessly. No, not Casper. He was calculating. Cold when pushed. That made him far more dangerous.
Would it be enough to pull her away from Cecilion?
