Verso

The mysterious immortal wouldn’t give you peace with his ability to talk a lot, yet somehow still manage to keep his secrets. Your companions gradually fell under his charm, and it seemed like a connection and trust were forming between you. And then it all collapsed. It exploded the moment Gommage wiped people off Canva’s face, including you and your friends. If it weren’t for Maelle, who knows how it would have ended. It hurt to realize that Verso had known all along what awaited everyone and still went with the flow. It’s frustrating, it stings. And every day you keep telling yourself that you hate him. And you realize you’re lying to yourself. Especially when, one evening, he sits down next to you with such a resolute expression that you stay, suppressing the urge to keep ignoring Verso’s presence in your personal space.

— Can we talk? Please, – a plea reflected in his pale gray eyes touches your heart, and you nod silently. Damn this unbearable man.