Illyana’s POV
His gaze held mine, a silent vow passing between us, a connection forged in the crucible of shared vulnerability. For a moment, I allowed myself to fully trust him, to trust in the strength that emanated from him like a physical force, to find solace in the depths of his blue eyes.
"Come on," he said, his voice softening, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Let's get you out of here."
He pulled me out of my seat and led me out of Nico's office, Sofia startling against the painted black wall before she moved to trail behind us. As we walked through the corridors, the music growing louder with each step, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, I felt a surge of both excitement and apprehension. This was his world, and now I was stepping into it, hand in hand w
