ould even turn, the living room door opened suddenly. A familiar silhouette emerged in the frame of the door, as sharp a

ould never have trampled. The moment suspended, when time seemed to freeze, left a strange feeling,

t words on it. But the implicit threat she wore seemed clear immediately, like a shadow that stretched without noise. Camille tried to hide her discomfort, her breath accelerating slightly. It was no

to hide the concern that was read in his dark eyes, but Camille knew. She now knew him enough to know that something heav

sweet but sharp,

ee you in a situation too

re intense at every moment. She was not used to finding herself in such tense, so ... terrifying situations. It was not the simple shock of

er of worried people spinning

er than he had ever left in fron

to protect her from a world that he had always tried to hide her. He should have warned

spoke to Camille with false cordiality that betrayed a

es betrayed a resentment that Camille would not have imagined. "S

idated. However, each word of Sofia seemed to slip under her skin like a sharp thorn. She tried to maintain a capacity, but

ds, but the woman in front of

Bastien, as if she had just revealed a universal truth. "It's not sur

o face. Bastien stared at her with an icy look, but his expression betrayed a weakness that he had not shown so f

calm but sharp voice. He turned to Camille, a look

late. The gam

d in an almost inaudible breath, she dropped the se

not a simple fairy tale? Bastien

which she did not yet know how she would get out. Bastien, despite his attempts to hide his di

a hidden truth, of things that remained in the shadows, ready to resurface at the most inappropriate moment. And Cam

e in itself seemed to be enough to appease the tension that had settled in the air. His gaze was hard, his features stretched. He took a deep inspiration

was firm, but his body remained tense, r

choose your new doll rather than looking facing reality? She looked at Camille, before tur

: doubt. She had never imagined being involved in this kind of dynamic. She believed that she was there by choice, that she was more than a simple pawn in a game of which she did no

ings were not as simple as she had made her believe. Why did he react this way against Sofia? Why was he disturbed? The Bastien she thought she had known would never h

ything seemed now imbued with mystery, and doubt gnawed at her like a slow poison. Was she really the one he wanted by his side, or w

and hesitant. "Camille, please don't let this ... situatio

ind of uncertainty. It seemed to be at a crossroads, and each direction led her towards the unknown, towards a world that she had never considered. Th

rayal. "And you, Bastien?" Have you ever known what you really wanted? Her voice was barely trem

ptibly. His gaze was fleeing, and he suddenly see

distance between them, growing up as a wave ready to engulf them both. This revelation-or perhaps it was simply his own feeling-prevent

nderstood. And in the tumult of her emotions, Camille could no longer ignore one thing: she was taken in a game

no longer sure of anything. The veil of mystery was rising, sl