Y/N's POV:
It's been a week…
A full week without a single word exchanged between us.
We've been going to class together, sitting in the same car, walking the same halls…
But it's like there's an invisible wall between us.
The silence is deafening.
The air between us—heavy, tense, like it's about to shatter with just one breath.
And still, I don't know what changed.
Or maybe… I do.
Time skips to evening
Y/N's POV:
Today is Cin's birthday…
I promised him I'd be there for the party.
But how do I tell Yuri?
We haven't even said hi to each other in a week.
Will he even care?
Would he stop me?
Maybe I should just go alone…
Yeah, that's better.
No expectations. No awkwardness.
She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit.
It's just a birthday party. I can handle it alone.
I called Rakki.
It's safer with her—especially since Cin sent the bar location.
I slipped into a little black dress, paired it with my YSL heels, and grabbed my cherry-red Lady Dior.
Tonight, I didn't want to think. I just wanted to breathe.
Rakki (text):
"Babe, I'm outside. Come down."
Y/N:
"Five seconds!" I replied, rushing down the stairs.
And that's when I saw him—
Yuri—leaning on the stair rail with his usual lazy gaze.
Still beautiful. Still distant.
Yuri's POV:
I was about to head up when I heard her heels.
She came down in that tight black dress, gliding past like the damn staircase was a runway.
My chest tightened, but I said nothing—until she passed me like I didn't exist.
I clenched my fists.
"Where are you going?"
She didn't even blink.
I raised my voice, sharper this time.
"Where the fuck are you going, Miss Fernandez?"
She paused by the door, turned her head slightly, and said—
"Why do you even care, Young Master?"
Her voice dripped with cold indifference, but her eyes… held something else.
Something sharp. Something hurt.
And then—
She stormed out of the house.
I rushed outside, heart racing, but all I caught was the fading sound of Rakki's car tires screeching down the driveway.
She was gone.
And damn it…
Why did it feel like she just took a piece of me with her?
I knew Cin would be there too—Rakki probably picked her up along the way.
Without thinking, I called him.
Cin:
"Hello? Yuri?"
Yuri:
"Hey, where are you guys hanging out tonight?"
Cin:
"Oh! It's my birthday, remember? I invited you too—didn't Y/N tell you?"
My jaw clenched slightly.
Yuri:
"No… she didn't. Just send me the location."
Cin:
"Ah… got it. I'll send it now."
At the Bar — Evening
Rakki and Y/N arrived at the buzzing bar, music pulsing from inside. They stepped in together, scanning the vibrant crowd until they spotted Cin near the lounge area.
Y/N:
"Happy birthday, my boyyy!"
She threw her arms around Cin with a big grin.
Cin:
"Thank you!"
He laughed, returning the hug warmly.
Rakki walked up behind them and pulled Cin into a quick embrace.
Rakki:
"Happy birthday, babe."
Cin smiled and leaned in, planting a quick kiss on her cheek.
Cin:
"Thanks, babe."
The bar was dimly lit with moody neon hues casting violet and amber glows across the walls. Music thumped just enough to feel in your chest but not drown conversations. Bartenders moved swiftly behind the marble counter, the clinking of glasses blending with laughter and murmurs.
Y/N sat beside Cin and Rakki in a velvet booth tucked in the corner
Cin:
"Alright, drinks on me. Birthday boy's treat."
Rakki:
"As it should be," she grinned, leaning back comfortably. "Tequila for me."
Y/N:
"I'll take a lychee martini, please."
Cin raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
Cin:
"Classy as always, Y/N."
They laughed as Cin stood and went to the bar, returning shortly with three elegant glasses.
They toasted.
Cin:
"To getting older, wiser—maybe—and still managing to be hot."
Y/N & Rakki:
"Cheers!"
They clinked their glasses, the sound ringing lightly before they sipped. Warmth spread through their bodies, loosening the tension of the week.
Rakki:
"God, we needed this. No drama, just vibes."
Y/N smiled, her gaze drifting for a moment toward the entrance—only to shake off the thought of someone she didn't want occupying her mind tonight.
Cin:
"You okay, Y/N?"
Y/N:
"Yeah. Just… glad to be out."
Cin exchanged a subtle glance with Rakki. They knew.
The music picked up, and the DJ transitioned into a dance set. People began filling the floor.
Cin (grinning):
"Time to dance?"
Y/N:
"Let's do it."
She stood, her heels clicking confidently on the floor, already moving to the beat—ready to forget everything, at least for tonight.
Scene: Dance Floor
The dance floor pulsed with life, bodies moving in rhythm beneath the kaleidoscope of lights. Rakki and Cin were already caught in the music, laughing, twirling, completely immersed in the moment.
Y/N stood slightly apart, letting the beat sink into her chest. She closed her eyes, letting her arms sway gently, hips moving with a graceful flow. For a few rare seconds, there was peace—no thoughts, no heaviness.
Until—
A presence. Someone nearing. She felt it in her gut before anything touched her.
A stranger reached out, fingers hovering near her shoulder, about to make contact.
But then—
"Don't try to lay a finger on my girl."
The voice was low, sharp, and impossible to mistake.
Her eyes snapped open.
Yuri.
Y/N's POV:
I stared at him…
It was like the world around us muted.
His crimson red hair—gone.
Now jet black, sharp and cool against the dim bar lights.
His skin looked paler under the flash of strobes, making his dark eyes more piercing.
A leather jacket hugged his frame perfectly, and the slight glimpse of a vest underneath made my throat dry.
He stood tall, chin up—shoulders squared—
Like a man carved from shadow and storm.
And those eyes… they weren't just glaring at the guy—
They were warning him.
Silent. Deadly.
The kind of look that didn't need fists to hurt.
I didn't know whether to be afraid—
Or feel safe.
But one thing was sure…
He wasn't just Yuri anymore.
He was something… darker.
And still, my heart didn't stop pounding.
The guy's hand paused midair, awkward tension blooming between them.
Guy:
"Hey man, chill—was just dancing."
Yuri (stepping closer, voice calm but deadly):
"She's not interested."
The guy scoffed, backed off into the crowd, vanishing like smoke.
I still hadn't moved. My breath caught in the throat. Heart thudding. The music continued around us.. but i only saw hum
"You… followed me?"
Yuri:
"You think I'd let you go out like this… and not watch over you?"
His voice cracked slightly at the end, his eyes searching mine
Yuri: "Miss, it's already past midnight. How long are you planning to stay here?"
His voice was low, but it had that sharp edge. The kind that lingers even after the words are gone.
Y/N (half laughing, half pissed): "Young master… I came to celebrate my bestie's birthday. I can stay longer. It's none of your business."
She turned on her heels, walking back to the lounge area with unbothered grace—
Each step louder than the music in his ears.
Without breaking eye contact, she grabbed another shot glass from the table and threw it back, gulping it like water.
Yuri: "Y/N—"
He rushed behind her, trying to snatch it from her hand—
But he was too late. It was already down her throat.
She slammed the empty glass on the table, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and glared at him with that fiery spark he used to adore.
And right now—it burned.
Y/N (coldly): "What's next? You gonna throw me over your shoulder again?"
The tension cracked in the air between them like lightning.
She reach out for a shot again but—
Yuri grabbed the shot glass just as her fingers brushed it again. Without a word, he tilted it back and downed the contents, his eyes never leaving hers. The cold, sharp burn of alcohol didn't faze him as he reached for the next one. He swallowed the next one in silence, and then the next, his jaw tightening with each gulp.
Y/N watched him, her eyes wide, the tension between them thick like smoke in the room. She couldn't tell whether she was more surprised by him drinking all of it, or the look in his eyes—something unreadable, distant.
She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came. Instead, she just stared at him, a mixture of frustration and something else bubbling inside her.
Y/N (softly but still with a bite): "What's your problem, Yuri?"
Yuri set the last shot glass down with a soft clink, his expression unreadable, and his gaze colder than she'd ever seen. He didn't reply immediately, as if he was weighing something heavy on his chest.
He turned away, rubbing his temples, the weight of whatever he was holding back starting to show.
Cin and Rakki walked toward Yuri, both stunned by his unexpected transformation. They had never seen him like this, his crimson hair now replaced by a dark, almost intimidating black. The change was drastic, and it didn't go unnoticed.
Cin: "Yuri?!!" He said in disbelief, his eyes wide. "What's with your hair?"
But Yuri didn't respond. He simply stared ahead, his jaw tight and his posture stiff, almost as if he were in a different world. The usual relaxed demeanor he had was gone, replaced by something colder, sharper.
He didn't acknowledge their surprise, nor did he offer an explanation. Instead, he spoke with authority, his tone not leaving room for argument.
Yuri: "Cin, I'm sorry. I have to take her back now." He turned his gaze briefly to Y/N, his eyes softening only slightly. "Happy birthday, bro." His voice was low, almost distant, as he turned away.
Cin and Rakki exchanged looks, both trying to read the situation. They could tell something was off, but neither of them dared to press further.
Cin: "Alright… take care of her, Yuri. We'll catch up soon." He forced a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
Yuri stepped forward and, without a word, grabbed Y/N's wrist, pulling her gently but firmly away from Cin and Rakki. His grip was tight, his fingers cold against her skin, but there was a strange urgency in his movements.
Y/N stumbled for a moment, surprised by his sudden action, but didn't resist. She looked up at him, her heart racing, as they walked toward the exit.
Y/N: "Yuri, what are you doing?" Her voice was a mix of confusion and frustration, but she couldn't quite pull away from him.
But Yuri didn't answer. His face was set in a hard expression, his jaw clenched, and his dark eyes were fixed ahead, as though the rest of the world didn't exist at that moment. His steps were quick, purposeful, and there was a tension in his body that made it clear he wasn't in the mood for any more distractions.
As they neared the door, Yuri's grip on her wrist tightened just a bit more, pulling her closer. He wasn't looking at her, but he was acutely aware of her presence beside him.
Without sparing another glance at Cin or Rakki, who were still watching them in stunned silence, Yuri pushed the door open, leading Y/N into the cool night air.
Yuri reached his car with swift steps, still not looking at Y/N as he opened the door. He didn't wait for her to say anything, just motioned to the passenger seat with a single sharp word:
"Miss, get in."
Without another glance in her direction, he got into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. The engine roared to life, the tires screeching as he accelerated away from the bar with a speed that made Y/N's stomach drop.
The car cut through the quiet night, the city lights flashing by in a blur as Yuri drove with an intensity that matched the storm brewing inside him. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale against the dark leather.
Y/N sat silently beside him, the tension thick between them, her mind racing to catch up with everything that had just happened. Why had he been so angry? Why had he pulled her away from everything so abruptly?
But Yuri didn't say a word. The only sounds in the car were the hum of the engine and the rush of the wind as he sped down the road, never slowing down.
Yuri's car screeched to a halt, the tires gripping the pavement as he parked in front of a hidden, unassuming building — his personal hideout, away from the chaos of his family's home. He didn't wait for her to say anything, nor did he look her way as he cut the engine. The silence between them was suffocating, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.
Without a word, Yuri grabbed Y/N's wrist again, his grip firm and unwavering as he pulled her out of the car. She didn't resist, but the sudden force of his actions only left her more confused and unsure.
The night was cold, the air biting as they walked towards the door of the hideout. Yuri didn't look back, his face set in a hard expression, as if he were trying to shut out everything around him, including her.
Inside the house, the dim light from a single lamp illuminated the sparse interior. It was far from homey, cold and functional. No warmth, no comfort — just starkness and shadows.
Yuri dropped her wrist once they were inside, but he didn't let go of the tension that surrounded them. His eyes stayed on her, intense and unreadable.
"You wanted to stay out, huh?" he finally spoke, his voice low, laced with something unreadable. "Well, now you're here. Don't think you'll be going anywhere anytime soon."
Yuri froze mid-step, his back still to her. Her voice — raw, trembling, but full of fire — hit him like a punch to the chest.
She stood there, tears pooling in her eyes, barely blinking, her voice cracking but fierce.
Y/N:
"Yuri… you make me unsure of everything! Sometimes you look at me like I'm the best damn girl in the world… like I'm the only one in your eyes… and damn it, the next moment you make me feel like I'm nothing but a burden to you."
Her voice broke at the end, and one tear finally spilled down her cheek.
Yuri slowly turned, his eyes locking onto hers — stunned. That sharp gaze of his softened for a split second. But guilt flickered behind it. He opened his mouth, trying to say something… anything… but the words didn't come.
Instead, the silence between them deepened.
Because he knew…
Every word she said was true.