KaidenI wasn’t the type to believe in omens or gut feelings, but when I stepped out of the café, a strange weight clung to my chest like a warning. It wasn’t the cold air or the bitter taste of everything I’d just learned, it was something else. Something I couldn’t name until I turned my head and saw them.Sage.And someone I didn’t recognize.A man, lean, sharply dressed in that academic-casual way, coat pressed, hair a little too neat for this hour. His hand lingered at the small of Sage’s back like it had a right to be there.I gritted my teeth as I stared.My steps slowed, I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My chest tightened. I watched the man lean down, his face far too close, and then—He kissed Sage.Right there. Right in the open.And Sage didn’t kiss him back. I saw the resistance, the stillness in his frame, the awkward jerk of his head. Sage pulled away after a second, his eyes wide, shoulders stiff. He said something, I couldn’t hear it from where I stood and the man r
KaidenThe café was tucked into a quiet side street, one of those places that looked like it belonged in a noir film, with moody lighting and chipped wood furniture that had lived a hundred lives. I slid into the seat across from Detective Raines, and the scent of roasted espresso and aged tobacco hit me the moment I took off my coat.He was already halfway through a black coffee, no sugar. “You always pick the sketchy places, Raines?” I asked, motioning to the dim interior.He smirked over the rim of his cup. “Keeps the mood consistent.”I raised an eyebrow. “For what? Interrogations?”“For truths,” he said simply. “And coffee. Good coffee. You want something?”“I’ll take a cortado. No sugar.”He flagged the barista with two fingers, then turned back to me, leaning on the table like he had something heavy to unload. His eyes were sharp, unflinching.“So?” I asked. “What’s going on with the case?”He hesitated.That alone told me something was off. Detective Raines wasn’t the type to
Sage We went into the house together and the doubts plagued me still, only they were so little now.Kaiden noticed, “Sage, are you sure you are okay?”I nodded, trying to convince myself that Malik’s words didn't shake me. I don't have a plan yet and I don't want to keep working closely with the professor but I didn't want to be dependent on him.I knew he wouldn't mind, he could solve my issues with a snap of his fingers but this is something I wanted to figure out for myself. But what if I was running out of time?I heard the professor’s sigh as it snapped me out of my thoughts, I looked up to see him sitting on the sofa,“Come here,”My feet moved before my brain could catch up, I went to him. He pulled me on his lap as his hands brushed my hair,“I don't think I have ever told you guys how wealthy I am. I am so wealthy that I could take care of both of you.”Kaiden chuckled but my gaze was fixed on the professor’s face.“I don't want you to be hard on yourself, Sage. I didn't li
SageTutoring has been going well.Malik’s voice had a way of slinking into my ears like gentle and pleasant silk, but with something under it I couldn’t quite name. He leaned forward from the chair he’d dragged beside his bed, his brown eyes focused as I scribbled down a formula he’d walked me through twice already.“You’re sharp,” he said, tapping the paper lightly. “You don’t even need me here.”I gave a small smile, keeping my focus on the notebook in front of me. “That’s not true. You explained that last part way better than the professor ever did.”He chuckled. “Well, I aim to please. I am not the best for nothing…”I didn’t think much of it at the time. Malik was always teasing me, always wearing that smile like it was stitched into his face. He’d been tutoring me for three weeks now, ever since Professor decided I needed someone extra after falling behind during everything that happened with Michael and... Kaiden.It was a good idea and considering I failed that course, I had
KaidenIt had been a long-ass day.The kind that leaves your body sore, your throat dry, and your brain somewhere on autopilot. From the gym, I got ready for a shoot with Adrian’s help.Despite our argument that morning. He stepped up and continued his duties as my manager. It's safe to say that our differences had been chucked out the window. As soon as I walked out of the set and stepped into the cool evening air, there was only one thing I wanted.To see him.The professor’s company ’t far. Just a ten-minute walk from the studio we were using this week, close enough to justify the detour, but not close enough that I could pretend it was by accident. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and headed toward him.When I stepped through the building's glass doors and into the lobby, I already felt lighter. Stupid, maybe, but that was the truth. There was something grounding about him. Even in the chaos of my life, he was stillness.I made it up to his office and knocked.“Come in,” hi
KaidenThe message from the professor came in just as I was tying the laces on my boots.Professor:Spoke with a lawyer. Things are in motion. We’ll be okay.I stared at those words a little longer than I probably should have. Not because I didn’t believe him, but because… damn, it felt good. He knew I was getting antsy and instead of sitting on his ass, he did something about it.He moved fast when he wanted to. Most people talked big and folded under pressure, but not him. River handled shit.It was part of the reasons why I viewed him as a dependable person. I could depend on him and lay all my burdens on him because I knew he would fix it.I grinned to myself as I tucked the phone into my jacket pocket. Knowing he was already taking steps gave me more peace than I expected. Sage might still spiral, sure. But now, we had armor.And I liked armor.The city was already awake when I hit the street. I lit a cigarette, walking past the alley where I once got jumped, how poetic. Smoke cu