Luce & Sayaka – The Night Before
The moonlight spilled through the safehouse window like liquid silver, painting Luce’s bare back in soft, shifting shadows. Sayaka lay beneath him, her breath unsteady, her eyes locked onto his as if he were the only anchor she had in a world gone mad.
He kissed her — not with the fire of desperation, but with the slow-burning tenderness of a man who finally found something he could not lose.
His lips traveled down the curve of her jaw, lingering at her throat, where he could feel the staccato thrum of her heartbeat. Sayaka arched against him as his hands explored every inch of her like a map he’d memorized but still ached to rediscover.
“Luce…” she whispered, voice trembling not from fear, but from the gravity of what they both knew — tomorrow, they infiltrate a world of lies. Tonight, this is their truth.
He slid the straps of her tank top down her shoulders, his fingers reverent as they traced the old scars from Rokuro’s hellish trials. Sayaka didn’t flinch — not anymore. Not when Luce kissed each one like a vow.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “Every inch. Every scar. Every heartbeat.”
She pulled him closer, nails digging into his back as their bodies melted into each other with slow, burning urgency. Time ceased to exist. Their breaths mingled. Their skin slick with warmth. Her hands tangled in his hair as he moved inside her with aching softness at first, like a secret he was afraid to break. Then faster — more intense, until their breaths became ragged prayers.
Sayaka whispered his name again and again, like a mantra — until her cry shattered in the silence, and Luce followed, collapsing against her with a trembling gasp.
They didn’t move for a while. Just held each other. Skin to skin. Soul to soul.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against her ear.
Sayaka smiled, pulling him closer. “And you’re mine. Always.”
Gala Chaos – Infiltration Squad Enters
“Okay, how do I look?” Ishaan asked, adjusting his ridiculous velvet bowtie in the mirror.
Avni sighed. “Like a wine bottle about to commit insurance fraud.”
They stood at the massive entrance of the World Medical Association Gala — chandeliers dripping with crystal, guests swirling in couture and cold smiles.
Avni was stunning in her crimson gown. Ishaan wore a white blazer two sizes too tight, looking like a nervous intern who accidentally wandered into a Bond movie.
“Remember,” Avni whispered, adjusting her earpiece, “you’re Dr. Revan Bose, neuro-specialist from Delvard. Smile like you’ve stitched a hundred brains.”
“I stitched my finger to a glove yesterday.”
“Just nod and let me do the talking.”
They entered the ballroom, champagne flutes thrust into their hands. Ishaan immediately knocked over a tray of canapés.
“Oh my God,” he panicked, whispering to the waiter, “I swear I’m a surgeon.”
Avni’s smile never broke. “We’re new, but rising fast,” she told a medical CEO. “Recently published on neural regeneration. Fascinating field.”
Ishaan nodded too aggressively. “We regrow nerves. With… zappy things.”
In the shadows, Sayaka, Erik, and Lev watched from rooftops with binoculars.
“Zappy things?” Erik muttered. “We’re doomed.”
“Relax,” Sayaka whispered, scanning the crowd. “Avni has this. She always does.”
Inside, a figure finally stepped onto the stage.
Dr. Haruto Myojin.
The traitor.
The target.
He gave a charming speech about medical progress and ethics, ironic coming from a man who sold bodies and secrets.
Avni and Ishaan approached. Avni extended her hand. “Dr. Myojin, I’m Dr. Niya Ahuja, and this is my colleague—”
“Rever Bose, neuro-whatever. Big fan of... surgery.”
Luce who is hearing this in comms said," Rever.....what rever .....fuck Revan for fuck's sake."
Haruto chuckled, clearly entertained. “A pleasure.”
But as Avni leaned in closer, her earpiece crackled with Veer’s voice.
“Guys… I found something.”
In COMA’s private decryption logs.
“Project Seraphim — Subject S-01… Approval: Yuriko Hanabira-Kurogane.”
Time stopped.
Avni froze. Ishaan’s jaw slackened.
Sayaka, listening from above, felt her knees give out.
Lev caught her.
“Sayaka… Sayaka, what is it?”
She didn’t speak.
Couldn’t.
Just one word echoed in her mind.
Mom.
Breakdown at Safehouse
The team gathered in the war room later that night.
No jokes.
No music.
Just stunned silence.
Raiden stared at the file, eyes burning. “She’s… she’s supposed to be dead.”
“She was kind,” Sayaka whispered. “She was everything…”
“She’s the one who approved the project. Our mother sold us into this?”
Veer couldn’t speak.
Avni looked like someone had ripped the floor from under her.
“I admired her,” she whispered. “She was my aunt. The reason I joined the Valgrave. The one person who gave me hope.”
“And she gave Rokuro the key to break us,” Raiden muttered, standing.
He punched the wall. Hard. Blood stained his knuckles.
Sayaka didn’t cry.
She just closed her eyes and whispered, “I don’t know who to hate anymore.”
Luce & Raiden – Haruto’s House Infiltration
That same night, Luce and Raiden slipped into Haruto’s estate like shadows.
Through vents. Past trip lasers. Silently disabling guards.
They reached the basement.
Files. Freezers. Blood vials.
Then a sealed room.
Inside — test subjects in cryo-sleep. Labels on the tanks.
Project Seraphim – Subject F-12: Natalia Dragunov
Luce froze.
“No…”
Raiden whispered, “Isn’t that…”
“Yeah,” Luce said, voice breaking. “But this Natalia… she’s not my Natalia. Not the woman who raised me.”
Another tank.
Dietrich Falk – Deceased.
Raiden blinked. “Wait. Falk? As in—”
“Erik’s father,” Luce said hollowly. “He died thirteen years ago…”
Raiden shook his head. “No way. That’s impossible.”
Luce backed away, eyes wide. “They were test subjects.”
He couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t think.
Then they found DNA papers with are matched with Luciano Moretti.298Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHFu4THgehX
Raiden touched his shoulder, voice shaking. “Bro… what the fuck is this?”
“Mom… Dad…” he whispered.298Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhfdcHNLuC
They both stared at the frozen chamber. Two names.
Two ghosts.
Two parents — stolen by Project Seraphim.
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and then Add to home screen.