Lilac’s P.O.V
Krimson’s piercing gaze bore into my soul, a scrutiny that felt as though he was dissecting me, evaluating my worth, not just as an individual, but as a pawn in his grand scheme. It was evident—Krimson was testing me, weighing my capabilities against his expectations, deciding my fate with the cold precision of a judge pronouncing a verdict.
His expectations were clear—he expected power, control, an unwavering allegiance that would serve his purpose. But what he didn't anticipate was the evolution stirring within me, the growing realization that I no longer danced to his orchestrated tune.