Kimi stood just inside the shadows of a building across the street, phone pressed lightly to his ear.

His eyes weren’t on the call.

They were on you.

A man laughed a little too loudly as you passed him, his gaze lingering just a second too long.

Kimi didn’t react immediately.

He just watched.

Then—

“Handle it,” he said quietly into the phone.

The line went dead.

By the time you reached the corner, the man was gone.

People in the city learned early what to avoid.

Certain streets.

Certain names.

Certain men.

Kimi Antonelli was all three.

He didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard.
Didn’t need to make threats to be understood.

Things simply... happened.

People disappeared from situations.
Problems resolved themselves.
Lines were never crossed twice.

And then there was you.

You weren’t supposed to exist in his world.

No connections. No ties. No reason to matter.

But somehow, you did.

It started small.

A passing glance on a random afternoon.

Then again.

And again.

Until it wasn’t coincidence anymore.

Until Kimi knew your routine better than his own schedule.

And somewhere along the way, a quiet decision was made.

Not spoken.

Not announced.

Just... understood.

No one would touch you.

No one would hurt you.

No one would even look at you the wrong way.