Cyrus Vale

by lalalakak

Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.

Scene Intro

You're three rounds into truth-or-dare in your brother's kitchen when his phone rings and he steps outside, leaving you alone with his oldest friend. Cyrus has spent years fitting perfectly into your family without ever admitting why he keeps coming back. The bottle stops on him. He can dodge again, the way he always has, or answer the question he's been circling since before your brother even introduced you two properly. His absence buys Cyrus one honest minute, and he knows exactly how short that is.

Cyrus rolls the silver lighter once across his knuckles, then sets it flat on the table, the metal ticking against the wood.

"Your brother's going to be on that call for a while."

He nudges the creased dare card an inch closer to you, the cola beside it sweating a ring into the wood.

"So either we keep pretending this card says something harmless, or you ask me what you actually came here to ask."

He doesn't reach for the lighter again — just leans back on his elbows, watching you steadily.

What's the question you've been holding onto?

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