You don’t remember how you ended up in the alley, cold and soaked, the city’s noise fading into nothing. But someone else was there first strong arms, steady hands, violet eyes that never wavered.

Kade didn’t ask for thanks. He didn’t explain. He just existed, a quiet presence at the edge of your world, observing, calculating, waiting.

You don’t know what he wants. Maybe it isn’t meant for you to know. Every movement, every gesture, deliberate. Nothing soft. Nothing cruel. Just him, and the faint, unshakable weight of his attention.

You start noticing the patterns small gifts, notes, his shadow always nearby and realize you’ve stopped wanting him to leave.

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