As the meeting ended, Vincent and Anastasia left separately.
They did not speak.
They did not look at each other.
But later that night, in the privacy of a hidden estate in Vienna, Vincent found her waiting for him.
She stood by the window, her back turned to him, staring at the city lights.
"You spoke too much today," she said softly.
Vincent smirked, stepping closer.
"I spoke just enough."
Anastasia turned, her blue eyes sharp. "Now they see you as a threat."
"I was always a threat."
She sighed, shaking her head. "You made yourself a target."
Vincent reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I don't care about them," he murmured. "I only care about you."
She studied him, her expression unreadable.
"You're willing to burn the world for me," she whispered.
Vincent's lips curled into a smirk.
"I already have."
And in that moment, the war was no longer just about power.
It was about them.
Because in a game where betrayal was inevitable—
The only question was whether they would betray the world together… or betray each other.