Mistaking Him for the Moon Above

His expression grew darker, like a caged tiger about to break free.

I didn't understand. We barely knew each other.

We didn't even greet each other when we passed by.

So why did he care about this?

And how was I supposed to explain?

Was I supposed to say I had fallen for someone who didn't care about me at all?

Or that I had been humiliated, reduced to nothing more than gossip over drinks?

"Miller, it's nothing. I just got something in my eye…"

Before I could finish, Evan's voice rang out from down the hall.

My heart clenched, and I instinctively wanted to run.

But I had only taken a few steps before I heard his shocked voice.

"Tia? What are you doing here?"

I froze, my mind blank, unable to process anything.

I knew my face must have looked terrible.

Before I could say a word, Evan's voice grew louder, angrier.

"Have you been following me?"

I turned to look at him, the face I knew so well suddenly looking foreign.

Evan's eyes landed on Nathan standing next to me, and his expression darkened even further. He looked at me and said coldly,

"Tia, come here."

It wasn't a request—it was a command.

Did he think of me like a dog, one he could summon and dismiss whenever he pleased?

I took a step back, refusing to move toward him.

Evan's eyes narrowed, anger flaring as he clenched his jaw.

"Tia, if you don't come here right now, I swear I'll never speak to you again."

Didn't he see the message I sent earlier?

Nathan let out a low, mocking laugh.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Stop kidding yourself. She's here for me."

I stared at Nathan, shocked.

He smirked and casually draped his arm over my shoulders.

His scent was clean and fresh as he leaned in closer.

I stiffened, too nervous to move, just staring at him.

"Tia," he said smoothly, "tell him—weren't you here to see me?"

He smiled, but the look in his eyes didn't reach his heart.

Evan clenched his fists, glaring at us.

The guy next to Evan stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation.

"Tia, don't make a scene. Playing hard to get doesn't work on everyone."

With that one line, I recognized his voice from the private room.

It was him—the one who'd been talking about me earlier.

Yeah, my games didn't mean anything to Evan.

In fact, my existence didn't mean much to him at all.

So why would he care?

"He's right. I was here to see Nathan."

I knew Nathan was trying to help me out, and I wasn't going to betray someone who'd stepped in to save me.

I wasn't like Evan, who could lie through his teeth.

Evan's face turned a dark shade of red at my words.

Nathan, on the other hand, seemed to be in a great mood.

"I told you to wait outside, but it's fine. I'll walk you out. Dealing with these kinds of people is such a waste of time."

With just a few words, the tension in the air shifted dramatically.

Evan's aura grew more intense, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at me.

"Tia, come here now, and I'll forgive you. You'd better think this through."

Hearing his thinly veiled threat, I shook my head.

"There's nothing to forgive. Don't bother."

"Let's just not see each other anymore. It's over."