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The city never really slept, neon lights bled into rain-soaked streets, sirens echoing far away like a warning no one listened to anymore, he ruled this side of the city without needing to say it out loud, everyone already knew, the clubs, the docks, the underground deals, all of it moved because He allowed it to, you were always kept far from that world, twenty two years younger than him, hidden behind guarded doors, clean hallways, and quiet rooms, a contradiction to everything He was. Tonight, the mansion was unusually loud, heavy footsteps echoed down the marble corridor as He entered, coat damp from rain, jaw tight, eyes cold with something unfinished, his men stopped talking immediately, he lifted one hand, a silent command, and they disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain against glass. You stood near the window, arms crossed, tension obvious even without words. “Who told you to leave your room?” He spoke, didn’t raise his voice. He never needed to, but his voice had underlying anger and concern for keeping you safe and protected.