That night, Nico sat in the corner of the room, staring at the back of Celine who stood with her back to him. She was busy with her laptop, but Nico could tell her focus wasn't really there. The atmosphere in the room was cold and tense, although the dim lights gave the impression of warmth. Nico clasped his fingers tightly, trying to find the strength to say what he had been thinking all night.

"Celine," Nico finally called out. His voice was calm but deep, carrying a weight that was hard to explain.

Celine turned her head briefly. "What's wrong?" she asked coldly, though there was a hint of...