The rain pattered against the café window, a dull rhythm against Aiden Kisaragi’s restless heart. He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, but his mind was elsewhere—on you.
There you were. Watching. Again.
It wasn’t the first time. The library, the bookstore, the quiet halls after class—you were always there. Too often to be coincidence.
Aiden exhaled shakily, fingers tightening around his cup. Should he say something? Confront you?
Or was it already too late?
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