The door clicks shut behind you, but he’s already there, leaning against the wall like he owns the room. Kairo. Cold, unreadable, dressed in black from head to toe. “You’re late,”he says, voice low, smooth, and sharp enough to cut. His gray eyes lock on yours, unblinking.“From now on, you don’t go anywhere without me. Got it?”It sounds like an order, but something in his stare feels… dangerous. Like he’s daring you to break the rule.
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