LOGINEli stopped walking.
He didn’t know why.
Nothing had changed in front of him.
Same street.
Same quiet evening.
Same distant sound of wind brushing past buildings.
But something felt… aligned wrong.
Like the world had tilted slightly and refused to correct itself.
“…Okay,” Eli muttered under his breath. “This is getting creepy.”
He turned his head slowly.
Nothing.
But the feeling didn’t leave.
It wasn’t fear.
Not exactly.
It was awareness.
Like someone was close enough to breathe the same air.
“…Kieran?” he called out lightly.
No answer.
But that didn’t mean he wasn’t there.
Eli exhaled.
“…I swear if this is your idea of fun—”
“Fun is not the word I would use.”
Eli froze slightly.
Then turned.
Kieran stood behind him.
Close enough that Eli hadn’t even heard him approach.
Again.
Eli frowned immediately.
“…You need to stop doing that.”
Kieran’s eyes stayed on him.
Not cold.
Not distant.
Focused.
“…You noticed me.”
“That’s not the point,” Eli said.
Kieran stepped slightly closer.
“Then what is?”
Eli hesitated.
“…That you keep appearing like a shadow.”
A faint pause.
Then Kieran spoke.
“…Would you prefer I announce myself?”
Eli blinked.
“…Yes?”
Kieran tilted his head slightly.
“…That defeats the purpose.”
Eli sighed.
“…You’re impossible.”
This time—
Something subtle shifted in Kieran’s expression.
Not visible to others.
But Eli caught it.
A faint softness.
Just for a second.
“…You are uncomfortable,” Kieran said.
Eli crossed his arms.
“…A little, yeah.”
Kieran stepped closer again.
This time slower.
Intentional.
Not invading.
But closing distance.
“…Then I will adjust.”
Eli blinked.
“…You will?”
Kieran nodded once.
“Yes.”
That surprised him more than it should have.
Eli frowned slightly.
“…Since when do you adjust for anyone?”
Kieran’s gaze didn’t move.
“…Since you.”
Silence.
Not heavy.
Not tense.
Just… different.
Eli didn’t know how to respond to that.
So he didn’t.
Instead—
He looked away slightly.
“…You’re weird today.”
Kieran didn’t deny it.
Instead, he stepped closer again.
Now close enough that Eli could feel his presence properly.
Not threatening.
Just… grounding.
“…You are still uneasy,” Kieran said quietly.
Eli exhaled.
“…I feel like I’m being watched.”
Kieran’s expression sharpened slightly.
“…You are.”
Eli frowned.
“…By who?”
A pause.
Kieran didn’t answer immediately.
Instead—
He raised a hand slightly.
And gently tapped two fingers near Eli’s wrist.
Right where a faint warmth had been lingering since yesterday.
Eli flinched slightly.
“…What was that?”
Kieran’s voice lowered.
“…You feel it now.”
Eli blinked.
“…Feel what?”
Kieran didn’t answer directly.
Instead, he stepped even closer.
Now their space was minimal.
But not uncomfortable.
Strangely…
familiar.
“…You should already know,” Kieran said.
Eli frowned deeper.
“…Know what?”
Kieran’s gaze softened slightly.
“…Me.”
That hit differently.
Eli hesitated.
“…That doesn’t make sense.”
Kieran tilted his head.
“…It does.”
A pause.
Then Kieran added something quieter.
“…You always respond to me.”
Eli opened his mouth—
Then closed it again.
Because that… was true.
He didn’t know why.
But it was.
Kieran’s voice softened again.
“…Even before you remember me.”
Eli froze slightly.
“…Before I remember you?”
Kieran didn’t correct himself.
Didn’t back away.
Just watched him.
Carefully.
Softly.
Like something fragile he didn’t want to break.
Eli’s voice dropped.
“…What are you talking about?”
A pause.
Then Kieran reached out.
Not grabbing.
Just lightly brushing Eli’s wrist again.
Gentle.
Controlled.
Possessive in a quiet way.
“…You are mine,” he said simply.
Eli frowned immediately.
“…You keep saying that.”
Kieran didn’t argue.
Instead—
“…Because it is true.”
Eli shook his head.
“…That’s not an answer.”
Kieran stepped slightly closer again.
Now his voice dropped further.
More personal.
Less Alpha.
More him.
“…You don’t reject it fully.”
Eli paused.
That—
That wasn’t wrong.
But it didn’t feel like agreement either.
Just… confusion.
“…I don’t know what I feel,” Eli admitted quietly.
That honesty made Kieran still.
Just for a moment.
Then—
Something shifted in his eyes.
Softer.
Almost… satisfied.
“…That is enough,” he said.
Eli frowned.
“…That’s not normal.”
Kieran’s voice carried something almost like quiet amusement.
“…Nothing about you is normal.”
That made Eli blink.
Then scoff slightly.
“…Wow. Thanks.”
Kieran didn’t smile openly.
But something in his expression softened again.
Just for Eli.
“…You are safe,” he said.
Eli looked at him.
“…With you?”
Kieran nodded.
“Yes.”
Eli hesitated.
“…Even with all this weird stuff happening?”
Kieran’s gaze darkened slightly.
Not at Eli.
At everything else.
“…Especially because of it.”
Silence.
Then Eli sighed.
“…You really believe that, huh?”
Kieran stepped back slightly now.
Creating space.
But his eyes didn’t leave him.
“…I do not believe it,” he said quietly.
A pause.
Then—
“I know it.”
That sentence lingered longer than expected.
Eli looked at him for a moment.
Then muttered softly:
“…You’re really intense.”
Kieran’s voice lowered slightly.
Only for him.
“…Only with you.”
That landed.
Not like a confession.
Not like a romance line.
More like a fact that already existed long before Eli realized it.
And for the first time—
Eli didn’t argue immediately.
He just looked at him.
Quiet.
Thinking.
Trying to understand something that felt like it had always been there.
But he had never noticed.
Grief didn’t disappear.It just… shifted.Less explosive.More constant.Like a weight Eli had learned to carry—But not one he had learned to live with.MORNING__The next morning came quieter.Not empty like before.But fragile.Like everything could still break if pushed too hard.Eli sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his phone.New.Unfamiliar in his hand.But necessary.Because there was something he hadn’t done.Something he had been avoiding without realizing it.His parents.He pressed the call button.Held the phone to his ear.It rang.Once.Twice.Three times.Then—Nothing.Call failed.Eli frowned.“…Network?”He tried again.This time it rang longer.But still—No answer.No callback.No message.Nothing.Eli lowered the phone slowly.A strange feeling crept in.Not panic.Not yet.Just… unease.“…That’s weird.”He tried again.Same result.And again.Still nothing.His grip tightened slightly around the phone.Because something didn’t feel right.Not after everythi
Morning didn’t feel like a new beginning.It felt like something that came too soon.The curtains were slightly open.A thin line of sunlight slipped into the room.Soft.Uninvited.Eli stirred.Slowly.His body felt heavy.Like sleep hadn’t rested him at all.Like something inside him was still… aching.His eyes opened halfway.Blurred.Then clearer.And that was when he realized—He wasn’t alone.He was leaning against something warm.Solid.Steady.His fingers were curled into fabric.Someone’s shirt.Eli blinked.Then stiffened slightly.Kieran.The memory didn’t come all at once.Just pieces.Fragments.The crying.The words.The way he… broke.And the fact that—He hadn’t pushed Kieran away.That realization alone made his chest tighten.Eli moved carefully.Slowly untangling himself.Like sudden movement would make it worse.Kieran didn’t stop him.But his eyes were already open.Watching.Quiet.“…You’re awake.”Eli avoided his gaze.“…Yeah.”His voice was rough.Not just from
Grief doesn’t always explode.Sometimes—It waits.It builds.Quietly.Until one moment—One small, insignificant moment—Breaks everything.EVENING — TOO QUIET__The room was dim again.Not completely dark.Just enough light to exist in.Eli sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.His hands rested on his knees.Still.Too still.Kieran stood by the window, arms folded, watching him without making it obvious.He had learned—Eli didn’t like being watched.But he also couldn’t leave him alone.Not anymore.It was small.So small it shouldn’t have mattered.A sound.Soft.Faint.From outside.Someone laughing.Light.Carefree.Normal.Eli’s fingers twitched.Just once.Then again.His breathing shifted.Shallow.Uneven.Kieran noticed immediately.“…Eli?”No response.Eli’s head tilted slightly.Like he was listening.“…That laugh…”His voice came out barely above a whisper.“…It sounds like her…”Kieran’s chest tightened.“…It’s not—”“I know.”Eli cut him off.Quickly.Too qui
Grief didn’t pass.It settled.Heavy.Permanent.Like something had taken root inside Eli’s chest and refused to leave.DAYS LATER__Time moved.But Eli didn’t.He stopped keeping track of days.Stopped caring about morning or night.Everything felt the same.Gray.Empty.He barely left his room anymore.Barely spoke.Barely ate.Sometimes he drank.Sometimes he just sat there doing nothing.And sometimes—He lay there staring at nothing for hours.Not sleeping.Not thinking.Just… existing.KIERAN__Kieran noticed everything.Every skipped meal.Every restless night.Every moment Eli tried to disappear into himself.And this time—He didn’t stay distant.Eli had fallen asleep sitting up.Back against the wall.Bottle still loose in his hand.His head tilted slightly, breath uneven.Not peaceful.Never peaceful.Kieran stood at the doorway for a moment.Watching.Something in his chest tightening.Then slowly—He walked in.Quiet.Careful.Like approaching something fragile.He crouch
The estate became quiet again.But this time—It wasn’t calm.It was empty.THE DAY AFTER__No one spoke loudly anymore.Even the guards moved differently.Carefully.As if sound itself might break something fragile.Because everyone knew—Something had broken.And it wasn’t something that could be fixed.Eli hadn’t moved much since it happened.At first, they tried to take Charlotte away.Prepare her.Lay her to rest properly.But Eli didn’t let go.Not immediately.Not easily.“…Leave her.”His voice had been low.But final.No one argued.Not even Kieran.So they gave him time.More than they should have.Because no one had the strength to force him.He sat alone in the room they gave him.Curtains drawn.Lights off.The air felt heavy.Stale.Untouched.Eli sat on the floor, back against the bed.Charlotte’s bracelet was still in his hand.He didn’t remember picking it up.But he hadn’t let it go since.His eyes were open.But unfocused.Like he was looking at something that wasn’
The tension that had been building for days finally snapped.Not quietly.Not slowly.But violently.BEFORE THE STORM__The estate was too calm.That kind of calm that made even breathing feel loud.Eli stood outside near the training grounds, rolling his shoulders after sparring. Sweat clung to his skin, his chest rising and falling steadily.Charlotte sat nearby, watching him with a small smile.“…You’re getting better,” she said.Eli huffed lightly.“…Don’t let him hear you say that.”Charlotte laughed softly.“…Why? You think he’ll get jealous?”Eli glanced away.“…He already is.”Charlotte noticed the shift in his tone—but before she could respond—A sound cut through the air.Sharp.Wrong.Not training.Not normal.“INTRUDERS!”The shout echoed across the estate.Everything moved at once.Guards rushing.Weapons drawn.Orders being barked.Charlotte stood abruptly.“…Eli—”“Stay close to me.”His voice changed instantly—firm, protective, alert.The first attacker appeared like a







