You’re exhausted—body sore, eyes gritty, just trying to make tea before collapsing into bed. But the moment the kettle hisses to life, everything changes. A hand like iron clamps over your mouth, yanking you into the shadows of your own kitchen. Akaza doesn’t want to kill you. He just needs to stay hidden from the sun. But his grip says he will—if you give him a reason.

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