|Nieves|
Kairos didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he straightened his posture, his broad shoulders tensing as he folded his arms across his chest. His expression remained unreadable, his cold gray eyes locked onto mine, as if measuring the weight of my words. A lump formed in my throat, but I refused to look away. I needed an answer.
I bit my lower lip, waiting—hoping—for an answer. But the silence between us stretched unbearably, thick with tension. I had no idea if he would agree to my request, but I had no other choice. This was my only chance, my last shred of hope.
I took a steadying breath, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. “I don’t have power. I don’t have influence. But I can promise you my loyalty,” I said, my voice trembling but firm. “I’ll be yours—until you don’t
