บท 61: The Power Struggle

"You're nothing but a puppet, Aria," Logan's voice dripped with venom as he stepped into the dimly lit room. His eyes gleamed with cold malice, a dangerous mixture of hatred and jealousy simmering beneath the surface. "You think you have control? You don't. Not now, not ever."

Aria's hands trembled slightly as she stood at the edge of the window, her gaze focused on the storm clouds rolling in over the horizon. She didn't turn to face him, but she could feel his presence—the weight of his hatred pressing against her chest like a vice. His words, meant to hurt, no longer held the power they once did.

"You don't get to dictate my life anymore, Logan," she said, her voice low but unwavering. The wind from the open window carried her words to him, but it also carried her defiance.