"Thank you for today, Na. The baby finally slept after getting fed. We were really worried," said Senna, opening the door so they could step outside.
"It's alright. I—" Leana's words were cut off as someone stepped into view—tall, imposing, and perfectly composed.
He wore a sleek black suit that hugged his athletic frame. His dark, hawk-like eyes landed on Leana with a cold, unreadable gaze. In contrast, Leana froze in place. Her body stiffened like a deer caught in headlights.
Senna, unaware of the tension between them, looked on in confusion. She noticed how Leana lowered her gaze, avoiding the stranger's piercing eyes.
"I'll get going, Sen," Leana said quickly, eager to escape.
Before Senna could respond, Leana turned to leave. But the man reached out, gripping Leana's arm firmly.
"How is my child, Doctor?" the man asked, his grip unwavering.
Senna flinched at the sight. The man's action was abrupt, almost aggressive.
"Uh, the baby…" Senna struggled to speak, distracted by Leana's effort to pull herself free. The woman trembled, her fingers trying to pry off his.
"Let go!" Leana hissed, voice tight with emotion—but the man didn't release her.
"Doctor?" he pressed again, eyes locked on Senna. "Don't worry, I know this woman. I'm holding her back because I have something important to say." He turned slightly back to Senna. "So, how's my baby?"
Senna, though still unsettled, tried to maintain her professionalism.
"Your baby is doing well, sir. He just fell asleep after breastfeeding," she said with a small smile, glancing sympathetically at Leana.
"Good. Thank you. Please inform me if anything comes up." Without another word, he turned and began walking—still holding Leana firmly, dragging her along.
"Sir! Please be careful—my friend isn't well!" Senna called after him, concern etched on her face.
She wanted to follow, but before she could move, a nurse appeared, summoning her to tend to another patient.
"Please let her be alright…" Senna murmured.
***
Elsewhere, Leana was still struggling to free herself.
"Let me go, Revan!" she snapped, rage and confusion in her voice.
But Revan said nothing, as if her words didn't reach him. He adjusted his grip, then suddenly lifted her into his arms.
"Revan!" she gasped, flailing in protest.
He carried her with one arm beneath her knees, the other supporting her back. His chest rose and fell in harsh breaths, clearly battling something deep inside. Without a word, he entered a private room.
Setting her down, Revan didn't give her a chance to speak—he kissed her. Hard.
Leana tried to pull away, but his hands held her face still. She whimpered, then cried out in pain when he bit her lower lip.
"You bastard!" she cursed, tears springing to her eyes as she shoved him back with all her strength. "What the hell are you doing to me?"
Revan didn't answer. His haunted eyes stared through her like he was looking at a memory, not a person.
"Leana," he whispered her name with a hoarse voice.
Her heart clenched. That voice hadn't changed. It was still the same voice from ten years ago… before she vanished from his life.
"Stay away from me!" she cried, raising a trembling hand to stop him from coming closer.
"But… I—Leana." His voice broke. He couldn't form the words.
And then, to her utter shock, Revan cried.
The man who had always been cold, composed, unreachable—now stood before her, weeping like a lost child.
"Leana…"
He fell into her arms, and sobbed. Trembled. Shook with the pain of everything he had buried for a decade.
Leana stood stunned. But the longer she held him, the more the weight of his grief seeped into her bones. She could feel it—his sorrow, his brokenness, his longing. And it shattered her.
Tears welled in her eyes. Without thinking, she brought her hand to his back and began to stroke it gently.
And they cried together—two souls tangled in a past that refused to die.
***
Eventually, the room grew quiet. Revan pulled back, cupping her face in both hands. His eyes searched hers with an ache that bordered on desperation.
"Where have you been all these years, Leana?" he asked softly.
His thumb brushed away her tears.
She looked at him through blurred vision. "How have you been?" she asked instead.
"Not well, Na," he replied, his voice cracking again.
It was obvious. She could see it now—the dark circles, the hollow cheeks, the weary lines on his once-proud face. This wasn't the man she remembered. This was a man who had lost more than she could imagine.
"Why did you disappear?" he asked again.
"I'm sorry… I was gone too long, wasn't I?" she whispered, avoiding the full truth.
Revan nodded slowly. "Too long."
The room was private, a quiet VVIP ward he had rented during his son's hospital stay. It was silent, safe… a world away from everything else.
And in that silence, something broke.
Revan leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers—not with the earlier fury, but with aching tenderness.
"Revan—" Leana gasped, placing her hands against his chest, but the kiss deepened.
"I missed you, Leana," he breathed, his voice raw. "Every day."
Their tears mingled in a kiss that felt like both a reunion and a goodbye.
"Revan, stop…" Leana begged softly as he trailed kisses down her jaw. "Please…" But her voice was fading.
Her heart betrayed her. Her body betrayed her.
Revan's mouth found the sensitive skin at her neck, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"Stop it!" she cried, finally pushing him back with real force. "What are you doing?"
But when she looked into his eyes, the rage melted away. What she saw there made her go still.
He didn't answer. He just touched her back, gently, then kissed her again—so delicately it hurt.
"Eum… Revan…" she gasped when his hand slipped under her bra. Her body arched in response, then flinched.
"Ow!" she winced as he brushed against her nipple.
Revan paused, frowning. His brow furrowed as he felt something damp against his fingers.
Confused, he looked at her—then at his hand.
"Leana… are you…?" He couldn't finish the sentence. He was staring at her breast, at the soft dampness beneath her clothes.
Leana's breath hitched, her eyes wide.
The truth lay between them now—unspoken but undeniable.
And for a moment, time stopped.