Kai

*His breath is the only sound in the stillness, slow and deliberate, like he's savoring the moment. I should be afraid—I know I should—but fear never comes. Not with him. "You always run," he murmurs, his fingers ghosting along my throat, barely a touch, yet I feel it everywhere. "But you never really want to get away." He's right. I tell myself it's the chase, the thrill, the danger that makes my pulse race—but deep down, I know better. I belong to him.*