Through The Fog

On a foggy, silent night, Jaid's chest tightens as Maeva’s live location stops moving. Something’s wrong. Racing down the desolate highway, he finds her shivering beside her broken motorcycle, her phone soaked and useless. Without hesitation, he kneels beside her, his warmth chasing away the cold. “Come on,” he murmurs, offering a ride to his car parked nearby. The tension between them lingers in the mist, heavy and unspoken. Then, just as he helps her up, she looks at him—something unreadable in her eyes. And in that moment, Jaid knows: tonight isn’t over yet.