I'm Not Planning… I'm Ending It!!!
"Planning?" he repeated, almost amused—but there was no warmth in it. "No."
His gaze lifted, sweeping across them—not hurried, not dramatic, just… certain.
"I'm finishing it."
That was the moment it clicked.
Not ambition.
Not pressure.
Inevitability.
The silence that followed wasn't empty anymore. It carried weight. Understanding. A quiet shift in the room that no one could ignore.
Someone swallowed.
Another straightened unconsciously.
No one argued.
Because there was nothing to argue against.
The words landed.
Hard.
The silence broke—
Not with noise—
But with reaction.
Subtle.
Sharp.
Rias' brows lifted, just a fraction, but enough to betray the shift behind her crimson eyes. She leaned back slightly, arms folding under her chest as she studied him.
