"๐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ."
๐๐ : ๐๐ข๐บ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ
โทโฆ; welcome โ
The cold air of Soekarno-Hatta International Airport was piercing, but the young man who had just exited the international arrivals gate appeared unperturbed. He wore a black leather jacket with a hood that partially covered his face.
๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฟ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ, Zevanya's younger brother, had finally set foot back in his homeland after years of forging himself on the harsh streets of America.
If Zevanya was a solid shieldโa protector willing to bleed to maintain peaceโthen Jayden was a devastating storm.
His presence didn't bring a sense of security, but rather a destructive vibe that made everyone around him hold their breath.
Jayden's footsteps stopped right in front of a waiting black sedan.
There, Zevanya stood tall, staring at her younger brother with an unreadable glint in her eyes.
"You're growing up too fast, Jayden," Zevanya said softly, trying to break the silence.
Jayden removed his jacket hood, revealing sharp, cold eyes and a lopsided smile that held many secrets.
"And you're looking weaker with all this 'hero' drama, Sis."
Jayden walked closer, circling his brother like a predator assessing its prey. He took in every detail of Zevanya's development: the new scar on his brother's arm, the way Zevanya positioned her ever-protective hand, and even the look in her eyes that now carried the weight of responsibility.
"I heard many things in America," Jayden whispered right into Zevanya's ear. "Zevanya is the protector, the symbol of peace. But all I see here is someone who has allowed herself to become the world's punching bag. You built a fortress, but you forgot how to destroy the enemy behind those walls."
Zevanya took a deep breath. "Your job there should be to learn, not monitor my work."
Jayden laughed lowly, the sound sounding like scraping metal. "I've learned, brother. I've learned that to stop a war, you don't need a stronger shield. You need a deadlier weapon. If you're the shield that keeps the sky from collapsing, then let me be the one to destroy the ground where your enemies stand."
He stopped right in front of Zevanya, staring straight into her sister's eyes. "Look at you. You've developed into a martyr. But look at me," Jayden spread his arms wide. "I haven't come to help you protect what you have. I've come to crush everything that stands in your way."
The tension between them was palpable. Zevanya knew that Jayden's return meant one thing: the persuasive and protective methods she'd been employing would soon be replaced by utter destruction.
Jayden Lucifer Delton was no longer a child she needed to protect; he had mutated into an instrument of destruction, ready to incinerate anything that dared touch his sister.
"Welcome home, Jayden," Zevanya said warily.
"Thank you, brother," Jayden replied as he got into the car. "Now, show me who made you have to wear this shield every day. I want to see what they look like before I level them to the ground.