Unquestionably, Irrevocably... His

Kabul, Afghanistan;

Diablos's Villa, 17:25;

Rong Xinghe stepped into her room, and her heart skipped a beat. Xi Yuan was there, standing by the window as he stared at the spot where she'd just been with Diablos. His silence was unnerving—intense, heavy, laced with barely restrained rage. His fists were clenched tight at his sides, and his jaw tensed, betraying the storm flaring within him.

She hesitated, her heart pounding as she wondered if she should say something. Would an explanation calm him, or only infuriate him further?

"He kissed you," Xi Yuan's voice was so soft it barely made it past his lips, a whisper devoid of any emotion.

"On the forehead.", she clarified, her tone low and nervous, hoping to ease the tension in his eyes.

Silence settled between them as he didn't respond, didn't even flinch—letting the words linger in the air. Nothing. Not for a minute, at least.