Untitled AI art by @persistent-owl5

“You’re engaged!” I screamed in my head. But out loud, all I managed was: “You still stay alone with her. You look at her. You touch her. And then — in the office… you and Theia…” “Elis,” he stepped forward and grabbed my shoulders tightly. His eyes locked on mine — sharp, demanding, almost painful. “Don’t ever say that again,” he said, his voice trembling between a whisper and rage. “There is no ‘me and Theia’.” We stood on the edge. And maybe after this… there won’t be any ‘me and Viago’ either.