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.

sharp pang of emotion turned Irene's face

she considered slashing her

fixed on his face, ultimately unable to

gaze dropped to the chaos beyond the watchtower, the

wondered how Jaired and King were faring, feeling

to the peacefully sleeping figure, she frowned. Was it his face that

for 001, Jaired would have

feelings for her, guilt

her, or more accurately, for the memory of the wronged

in Irene's eyes at

heart, threatening

weakness had

control of her emotions, now felt a constricting pain, her fingertips trembling. She hadn't intended to

agony threatened to shatter her sanity, a voice reached her

are you sure I

if frozen, half-expecting it to

then, he spoke

"001 wouldn't dare."

defy your

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

releasing her