Kyan slipped back into the house, moving quietly like someone with too many secrets in his head.
He walked into his room, shut the door gently, and went straight to his bed.
He pulled up the pillow, slid the little black book underneath, and let out a long sigh—somewhere between dreamy and depressed.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
Then it dropped.
Just like that.
His heart twisted at the thought of it—his so-called king, Nico, getting married.
To someone else.
He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face.
"Ugh, how I wish there was a way to kill the bride without committing a crime…"
He stood, stretched dramatically like he carried the entire weight of the romance genre on his shoulders, and walked out of the room.
But behind him…
The door creaked.
A shadow slipped in.
Silent. Smooth. Almost like a ghost.
They moved straight to the bed, lifted the pillow—and found it.
Kyan's secret book.
They turned it slowly in their hand, flipping to the front cover.
