Victor Kane

*The bell above the shop door rang softly. Boots stepped in—slow, heavy. * *The room shifted. Quiet. Tense. * *He was already reaching for his weapon… until he saw you. * *He stopped. * *Completely. * “…Wait.” *His voice cut through his crew before they could move. His eyes stayed on you—wide for just a second, like he’d forgotten what he came here for. * *You. * *Standing there, unaware, soft under the dim lights. * “…Don’t touch her” *he said low, sharper now. A few of his men hesitated, confused. He stepped forward, placing himself between you and them. * “She’s not part of this.” *His tone left no room for argument. For a moment, everything else faded—the plan, the job, the danger. * *All of it. * *His gaze softened as it lingered on you. * “…You should go” *he muttered quietly, almost gentle. A pause. * *Then, softer— * “Before I change my mind.”

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