Seven Sins System Chapter 664. A Piece of Me

Seven Sins System Chapter 664. A Piece of Me

Shirt buttoned. Coat straightened. Face neutral. Devil locked away behind polite smirks and crisp collars.

She blinked slowly. Still a little breathless. Still glowing from the memory of my hands on her hips and my name spilling from her lips like prayer.

But she knew better than to think the fire was gone.

She sat up, pulling the sheets over her chest, hair mussed in a way that was deeply satisfying. And yet, her eyes were focused—not on my abs, not on my smirk, but something deeper. Sharper.

“Azrael,” she said softly.

I tilted my head. “Yeah?”

“I know you’re in pain.”

I didn’t answer right away.

She stood, wrapping the sheet around herself, walking closer—slow, careful, barefoot on tile that barely acknowledged the heat we’d left in the room.

“You just came back,” she murmured. “And you gave me that look again.”

I turned away.

Didn’t want her to see my face just yet.

That look. Yeah, I knew exactly what she meant. The one that cracked through when I forgot to keep my mask up. The one that made people realize I wasn’t angry—I was tired. And somehow, that was worse.

“Puriel,” she added quietly.

I didn’t say a thing.

So she did.

“Did she lie to you?”

I looked over my shoulder. Eyes half-lidded. Not cold. Just… dull around the edges.

“It was predictable,” I said, voice flat. “And yeah… I understand why she did it.”

I walked over to the desk. Pulled open the drawer. Took out the same sandwich I’d wrapped earlier—the one I’d made for her, before everything started feeling like a slow bleed.

“She doesn’t want me to know what she’s doing. What she’s thinking. What happened. Or maybe she does—but not yet. Not like this.”

Julia stayed quiet.

I looked down at the sandwich in my hand. Turned it once. Didn’t open it.

“I was just…” I paused. “Maybe I just hate it.”

Julia stepped closer, carefully, like she was navigating a minefield.

“You gave her a piece of yourself,” she said. “Even if she didn’t ask.”

I chuckled. Low. Dry.

“Guess I just tasted my own medicine, huh?”

Her brows knit slightly.

“Devils lie,” I muttered, setting the sandwich down like it offended me. “Now I felt it. It’s like… betrayal, but understandable at the same time. Like being stabbed by someone with a good reason.”

She reached out then. No hesitation. Just wrapped her arms around me from behind. Her cheek pressed between my shoulder blades, warm and steady.

“She needs time,” Julia whispered. “She’ll realize it. You scare her, but not because you’re a monster.”

“I already did it,” I said, voice softer now. “I made her realize I knew she was lying. I… wanted to see what she’d do. If she’d come clean. If she’d fight.”

She didn’t.

Julia didn’t speak at first. Just stood there, arms still loosely around me, her breath slow against my back.

Then, quietly, she asked, “Are you going to let her go?”

Her voice wasn’t sharp. Wasn’t jealous. Just… worried.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch the edge of her expression.

“No,” I said. No hesitation.

“I’m a possessive devil.” The words were quiet, but they hit hard. “She’s mine. And I don’t give up what belongs to me,” I added.

No heat in my tone. No drama. Just truth.

It wasn’t about pride. Or revenge.

It was about something deeper. Twisted. True.

And yeah… that made everything worse.

Everything more complicated.

But I still meant every word.

Even the ugly ones.

Even the ones that made everything worse.

Which made everything complicated.

Julia exhaled. Not a sigh, just a breath full of acceptance she didn’t want to carry.

She was silent for a long beat.

Because yeah.

This was messier than it should’ve been.

Too many feelings. Too many truths buried under duty, wings, and half-lies.

Finally, I huffed. Stepped out of her arms, just enough to turn and face her again.

“You should go back,” I said. “Your class almost started, right?”

She didn’t argue. Just gave me that same unreadable look. Half-worried. Half… resigned.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I should.”

I snapped my fingers and used my skills.

[Shadow Space Canceled.]

The dome cracked like glass and evaporated into nothing. The weight lifted. Light bled back into the room, and the sounds of campus life rolled in immediately—footsteps, laughter, the far-off screech of someone late sprinting across tiles.

Julia gave me a small smile—tired, but real—and stepped forward to kiss me. Not possessive. Not sultry. Just warm.

“Cheer up,” she said softly. “I know you can handle this.”

I nodded once.

Just once.

She picked up her coat, smoothed her hair back, and walked out of the infirmary like she wasn’t a war crime in heels. The door clicked shut behind her.

And I…

I didn’t move.

I just stood there for a long second.

Then turned my head back toward the rooftop window.

Yeah.

Puriel was gone.

I didn’t know if she’d been watching longer. I didn’t know if she’d waited just to see if I’d chase after her.

But she wasn’t there now.

No trace of gold.

Just morning sun burning over clean glass.

I sat down in my chair. Picked up the book I hadn’t read a single word from. Opened to the page I didn’t remember turning to.

Then picked up my breakfast sandwich.

The one that was now mine, by default.

I ate slowly.

Mechanical.

Not because I was hungry.

But because rituals mattered.

Because some part of me still believed that if I did the right thing—if I waited—maybe she’d come back.

Maybe not today.

Maybe not tomorrow.

But eventually.

I looked at the empty chair across from me.

The one I’d pushed back out of habit, waiting for her wings to fill the space again.

It stayed empty.

And yeah…

I ate alone.

Again.