The night was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against the windows and hums through the veins. Chloe sat on the edge of the couch, her phone screen glowing with headlines she could barely look at anymore.

Each post carried her name, twisted, defamed, and torn apart in the comments.

Lucius stood by the window, hands tucked in his coat pockets, his dark eyes reflecting the city lights below.

"You can't ignore this anymore," he said finally. His voice was quiet but cold, like steel ...