11Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0peTlaQBQZThe sharp scrape of a chair broke the silence.
One of the officers stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair dragging harshly against the floor. His composure was gone. What replaced it was unmistakable—fear.
He moved quickly, not running, but close enough. His steps were uneven as he approached, his eyes fixed on the man inside the cell.
“Dear… what have you done?” His voice trembled, breath unsteady. “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? Do you even realize who you’ve brought in?”
Before Lina could respond, a hushed voice from the back slipped through the room—loud enough to be heard.
“What did she just do…?”
The whisper carried tension. Fear.
Lina didn’t fully turn. Just a slight tilt of her head, her eyes shifting sideways, catching the unease behind her without breaking her stance. A faint crease formed between her brows.
Confusion.
Before the officer could continue, a voice cut through the room.
“Stop scolding her.”
Low.
Firm.
Zayn.
He let out a quiet laugh—slow, controlled, unsettling. It wasn’t loud, yet it spread through the room like a warning. The kind that made people shift where they stood.
“She’s just doing her job.”
His gaze rested on Lina as he spoke, amusement flickering in his eyes, the laughter still lingering at the edge of his lips.
Lina looked at him for a brief second—then turned back.
The officer rushed forward, panic now fully visible.
“I’m sorry, sir… she’s new here. She didn’t know,” he said quickly, his voice almost breaking. “Please don’t take this to heart.”
His breathing was uneven, throat dry, words rushing over each other. Without waiting, he reached out and snatched the key from Lina’s hand.
A small, startled sound escaped her.
“—hey—”
He turned immediately toward the cell.
Lina reacted faster.
Before he could reach it, she stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
Zayn’s head tilted slightly, his interest sharpening.
“Officer, what are you doing?” Lina’s voice was no longer confused—it was firm. Controlled. “That man was beating someone nearly to death. You can’t just release him.”
She stepped closer, her hands tightening into restrained fists at her sides.
“I don’t care who he is,” she continued, her tone edged with anger, disappointment threading through it. “The law is the same for everyone.”
Behind her, Ayla gave a small nod, almost instinctive. She didn’t speak—but her agreement was clear.
For a moment, silence hung between them.
Then—
Zayn laughed again.
Soft this time.
Amused.
He glanced around briefly, as if the entire situation entertained him, before his gaze returned.
The officer tried to speak, but Zayn stopped him with a slight movement of his hand.
“Leave it,” he said calmly. “Today… I’m quite interested in following the law.”
The mockery was subtle.
But unmistakable.
The officer hesitated, blinking rapidly, caught between confusion and fear. Slowly, he stepped back, retreating toward his desk, though his eyes never left the cell.
Time passed.
The tension didn’t.
Nearly half an hour later, the sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance.
A man walked in, twirling car keys around his finger, the other hand casually tucked into his pocket. His pace was quick, confident—almost careless.
Eyes followed him as he entered.
He didn’t seem to notice.
Or didn’t care.
His gaze landed on the cell.
And then—
“Boss?” he called out, his voice loud, almost playful. “Am I actually seeing you here today, or is this some kind of illusion?”
He paused, then pinched his own arm.
“Ow—no, this is real.”
Zayn looked at him.
Just one look.
Cold.
Sharp.
The man immediately dropped the act, straightening slightly.
“Alright… not funny,” he muttered
Aziel immediately dropped the playful tone, straightening slightly, though the hint of a grin remained.
“Alright… I’ll handle it.”
He turned toward the officer, stepping closer, his voice lowering into something more composed.
“No need to panic,” he said smoothly. “Since he’s decided to follow the law today… we’ll do this properly.”
The officer nodded almost instantly, stepping aside without a word.
Aziel moved with ease, as if it was nothing.A few quiet exchanges, a signature, a brief formal acknowledgment—nothing loud, nothing rushed.
Everything controlled.
Everything… expected.
Lina stood still, watching.
This wasn’t normal.
Nothing about this felt right.
Within minutes, Aziel had the key in his hand.
He walked up to the cell.
Paused.
A faint smile touched his lips as he looked at Zayn.
“Shall we?”
The lock clicked.
The metallic gate slid open with a sharp clang.
For a moment, silence settled.
Then—
Zayn stepped out.
Just like that.
No hesitation. No resistance.
As if walking out of a cell was the easiest thing in the world.
The officer immediately lowered his head, a slight bow slipping into his posture without thought.
Zayn didn’t acknowledge it.
Didn’t even look.
He walked past, calm and composed, his presence untouched by everything that had just happened.
Behind him, Aziel followed, a faint hint of amusement playing on his face—not quite a smile, not quite laughter, but something close enough to make it noticeable.
Zayn slowed.
Then stopped.
Right in front of Lina.
A perfect distance.
Close enough to feel.
Far enough to remain untouchable.
His eyes met hers.
Cold.
Sharp.
Slightly irritated.
Lina lifted her gaze to meet his.
There was no fear now.
Only anger.
Disappointment.
And something deeper—something that felt like losing a battle she had believed she would win.
For a brief second, neither of them moved.
The silence between them spoke louder than words.
Then—
Zayn broke the gaze.
As if it no longer interested him.
He turned.
And walked away.
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He left without a trace.
As if their paths were never meant to cross again.
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