Battle Of Planets

Tyson’s room was softly lit, the warm glow casting shadows across the walls. He had tried to keep it cleaner than usual—after all, he had invited her in. Deep down, he knew his father and Seraphina would manage the larger battle outside these walls, playing their cards right so that Babylon would be the one to suffer, not Elria. But for now, in this moment, none of that mattered.

Nancy meandered around the room, absorbing the details with a subtle smile.

"What?" Tyson asked, observing her intently. "You don’t like my room?"

"No, it’s nice... It feels like home," she said, tracing her fingers over the smooth fabric of his bed. "I always heard that boys don’t keep their rooms this clean."

"Oh, I’m different," Tyson said smugly, subtly kicking a stray T-shirt under the table when her gaze wandered. "I like things clean and perfect."

Nancy chuckled and shook her head. "Oh, I see."

She turned to him, her expression softening as her eyes lingered on his for a moment too long. "Come closer to me," she murmured, sitting on his bed.

Tyson didn’t hesitate. He cuddled against her, his head resting on the curve of her lap, letting out a content sigh as she ran her fingers through his moist hair. Her touch was gentle, absentmindedly weaving through the strands as if memorizing every detail of him.

But as her fingers moved, her mind raced.

Tyson had assured her that change was coming. They would be united. Babylon wouldn’t dare act recklessly now. But what if things didn’t unfold as he intended? What if Elria found itself in an unwinnable war? What if they harmed Tyson?

And worse... what if Justin took matters into his own hands?