LOGINKai picked Ren up off the floor like he weighed nothing and settled him sideways across his lap in the office chair.Ren’s body was still loose and buzzing, the sharp edge of the high fading into something warmer and heavier. Kai wrapped both arms around him and held on, one hand stroking slow lines up and down his back, the other resting at the nape of his neck. Ren tucked his face into the curve of Kai’s throat and just breathed. For a while neither of them spoke. The office was quiet except for the low hum of the building and Ren’s gradually evening breath.“You did so good,” Kai said at last, voice low against Ren’s hair. “You know that?”Ren made a small sound that was half laugh, half shy agreement.“I mean it.” Kai’s thumb kept moving at the base of his skull. “You adapted so fucking well. Two days ago you were still limping hard and now you’re on your knees in my office painting me a picture of exactly how you wanted your throat used — and then delivering on every word of it.
It had been two days since the silent calls.Reya had found patterns — nothing clean enough to name yet, but enough that Kai still carried tension in his shoulders like a second shirt. Ren was nearly back to full health. The limp was mild now, more memory than injury, and he moved through the house helping where he could, watching Kai from the corners of rooms.He noticed the tightness again that afternoon and walked into the office without knocking. Kai looked up from the desk. Ren limped over, climbed into his lap, and ground down once, slow and deliberate. Kai’s cock stirred under him immediately.“No. No, no, baby. You’re still tender down there.”“I know, but—”“I know you want to help. Not at the expense of your health. I’ll be fine. A little tense. Nothing more.”Ren’s voice dropped.“I want you, baby. Are you going to turn me down?”“Don’t do this.”Ren leaned in and dragged his tongue up the line of Kai’s throat, over his Adam’s apple, and sucked at the point of his chin. Kai
Kai’s POVKai had stayed on the phone with Ren longer than usual the night before.Not because anything was wrong between them — because Ren had gone quiet in that particular way he did when the world outside their walls felt too sharp, and Kai had walked him through it until the tension left his shoulders. Afterward he took Ren to their bedroom, pulled the covers up, and stayed until Ren’s breathing evened out. They slept tangled, Ren’s face against his chest, Kai’s hand heavy at the small of his back.Around seven the phone started.Not one call. Non-stop. The same unknown number, ringing, cutting, ringing again. Kai extracted his arm carefully so he wouldn’t wake Ren, reached for the phone on the nightstand, and put it to his ear.Silence.No breathing he could catch. No background noise worth mapping. Just an open line and the weight of someone listening. Kai waited five full seconds, then ended the call. The screen lit up again almost immediately. He rejected it, locked the phone
Aurelia was still standing by the trolley when the woman approached.She was well dressed, smiling too wide, and she held out a small pack of biscuits like a peace offering.“Try this one. You’ll like it.”Aurelia looked at the packet, then at the woman’s face, and did not take it.“Who are you?”“I’m a friend of your dad’s. Well — you know my name if you think. I’ve never seen you properly, that’s all.”Aurelia’s gaze dropped to the biscuits again.“I don’t eat this one. I hate it. I hate it so much.”The woman suggested another flavour from her bag. Aurelia shook her head harder.“No. I don’t like that one either.”“Are you always this difficult?”Aurelia’s chin came up. Her voice stayed flat and clear.“Are you always this rude?”The woman’s smile thinned. She reached out and took Aurelia by the wrist — not hard enough to bruise, but firm enough to stop a child from stepping back. Aurelia’s whole body went rigid. The iPad nearly slipped f
After they finished looking over the studio, Adrian locked the door and pocketed the keys.“Home next,” he said. “But we stop for food first. Chicken.”Aurelia’s head came up at once.“And stir-fry mushrooms. And pasta.”Ayesha added without missing a beat, “Spicy wings.”The two of them looked at each other and started jumping in place right there in the corridor, talking over one another about sauce and whether the mushrooms should be extra and how many wings counted as enough. Adrian watched them bounce and felt the corner of his mouth move despite himself.“All of it, then. Move.”---In the car Ayesha twisted around as soon as Aurelia was buckled in the back. She dug the napkin-wrapped cookie out of her cross bag and passed it over the seat.“For you. From this morning. Don’t tell Uncle Addy I packed dessert before lunch.”Aurelia accepted it with both hands and a solemn nod, already peeling the napkin like it was serious business. Adrian started the engine and pulled out of the
Adrian’s meeting ran from five to eight in the early hours of the morning.New clients for the vaults — signatures, access protocols, the careful language of people who paid for silence and steel. He worked through the paperwork while the city was still dark beyond the glass, coffee cooling and being replaced, until the last file closed and the clock read a few minutes past eight. Only then did he stand, stretch the stiffness out of his shoulders, and move to the kitchen.Breakfast was simple: eggs, toast, fruit cut small. He set the table for three, then walked the short hall to Ayesha’s door and knocked once before easing it open.She was still asleep, braids fanned across the pillow. Adrian crossed to the side of the bed and rubbed the sole of her foot through the sheet — firm, steady.Ayesha made a sound of pure complaint and cracked one eye open.“Adrian… is it you?”He nodded. He moved up to the head of the bed, sat on the edge, and ran his hand slowly through her braids. She tu





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