~Reo’s~

“You hesitate, you lose.”

That’s what Marcus always used to say. Cold. Final. And Reo repeats it in his head like a damn prayer. Like it’s still gospel even now.

He stands by the wall-length window of his top-floor office, hands shoved into the pockets of his tailored charcoal pants, just… staring. The city’s lit like a stage, buzzing and alive below him. But none of it touches him. None of it means anything. Not tonight.

The room behind him is silent. Too silent.

And he hates it.

He can still see her face. Jennie. Sitting small and crumpled in that white hospital bed, her hair unbrushed, her skin...