My Fiancée's True Love Crashed the Stream

Soon, uneven breathing echoed through the studio.

Maybe it was the flickering candlelight, or the way Kyle's movements rose and fell in a restless rhythm, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strange in the way he looked at Dakota.

Naturally, Dakota was oblivious to it all. Her voice was hoarse. It broke between breaths and was laced with a kind of unspeakable pleasure.

"Oh, babe… I can't even imagine… that I'd one day be able to call you that. We can't be out in the open right now, but… I can give you more than before."

Kyle was clearly lost in it too. His face was flushed red. His voice turned soft. "Oh, Kota… It was my fault before. I didn't know how to cherish you, but now, I do."

He pulled her closer. "But you know I can't be with you forever. My heart—"

Dakota cut him off by kissing him hard. Her reply slipped out between their tangled bodies. "Don't talk nonsense. I have money. Whatever happens, I just want you to be okay."

I pressed myself against the corridor wall, trying to push away the dull ache building in my chest with scattered guesses.

Okay—Kyle wasn't rotting. He had a shadow, a body, and warmth. He breathed. If he was actually sick and seeking treatment, was his end goal Dakota's money?

If so, things were about to get messy…

My temples throbbed. A cold sensation crawled up my skin. I didn't even notice when the studio suddenly went quiet. Then, the live comments exploded with warnings.

"Felix, I think Kyle noticed you!"

"Dude, run! Who cares what he is? Just get the hell out of there!"

"Damn it, it's too late! Kyle's about to open the door! Turn back now, Felix!"