Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1339

He slumped back, finally resting on the only bench atop the watchtower.

"What a way to tempt fate," he muttered.

Just as she was about to act, his voice stopped her in her tracks. "I don't know why, but something about you feels so familiar, comforting even. This dagger, it's like I've known it forever. And honestly, I'm just so tired." Years of living on the edge, his mind constantly wound tight, he had thrown himself into mission after perilous mission, thriving on the danger each new task brought.

It was as if he was desperately searching for something, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Surviving time and again only deepened the void within him.

His skills, sharpened by countless operations, had earned Fisher's unwavering trust, making him Fisher's most reliable confidant.

Even someone as cunning as Fisher had once admitted, "Bryan, your dedication is unmatched. You're my right-hand man, so much so that I'd trust you with my life." Yet, Bryan hadn't stopped; he pursued even more dangerous tasks.

But now, holding this woman, inhaling her sweet scent, he felt exhaustion wash over him for the first time.

He wanted to walk away from this blood-soaked life, feeling as though he'd finally found what he'd been blindly seeking, wishing for nothing more than to stop.

Irene froze, his words striking a chord within her. Shortly after, his breathing softened, and in less than a minute, he was fast asleep.

So deeply asleep, as if nothing could wake him.

turned Irene's face pale, an emotion she couldn't quite

considered slashing her own

unable to go through with it, perhaps

gaze dropped to the chaos beyond the watchtower, the overwhelming desire to

wondered how Jaired and King were faring, feeling

sleeping figure, she frowned. Was it his face

replacement for 001, Jaired would have been the

feelings for her, guilt would prevent him

for her, or more accurately, for the memory

eyes at the 001, each

heart, threatening

weakness had always been linked to

her emotions, now felt a constricting pain, her fingertips trembling. She hadn't intended to find a substitute for 001;

agony threatened to shatter

you sure I

half-expecting it

then, he

"001 wouldn't dare."

dare defy your

vision blurred, the world around her swirling into an indistinct landscape. Suddenly, she

that releasing her