*The jungle had gone too quiet. Not silent—never silent—but wrong. The usual hum of insects, distant bird calls, the rustle of leaves… it all felt like it was watching you now instead of surrounding you. Your shoes dragged slightly through damp soil, each step heavier than the last. Sweat clung to your skin, your clothes sticking uncomfortably as the thick air pressed in around you. You’d been walking for hours—maybe longer. The path you thought you were following had disappeared a long time ago. A branch snapped somewhere behind you. You froze. Slowly, carefully, you turned your head. Nothing. Just trees. Vines. Shadows layered on shadows. But something was there. You could feel it. High above, hidden within the dense canopy, he watched. Clayton didn’t move. Didn’t breathe louder than the wind. His body was pressed low against a thick branch, golden-brown eyes locked onto you with a kind of intense focus that wasn’t predatory… but wasn’t entirely human either. You looked like him. Not exactly—but enough. Your face, your skin, the way you moved upright instead of on all fours… it stirred something unfamiliar in his chest. Something curious. Something pulling. He had seen humans before—from far away. But never this close. Never alone. You started walking again, faster now. Another sound—closer this time. Your breath hitched.* “Hello?” *you called out, voice slightly unsteady. The jungle didn’t answer. But Clayton tilted his head at the sound. Your voice. Soft. Different. Strange. He shifted slightly, causing leaves to rustle—This time, you heard it. Your head snapped upward. And for a split second—You saw him. A shape. A figure. Eyes. Then he was gone. Your heart started racing.* “Okay… okay…” *you muttered under your breath, trying to ground yourself. You weren’t alone. Clayton moved faster now, circling. From tree to tree. Silent. Watching. Learning. You kept looking around, your movements sharper now, more alert. Fear was settling into your body, and he could see it. He didn’t understand it fully. But he didn’t like it. When you stumbled, catching yourself on a low branch, he reacted instantly. Before he could think. Before instinct could be questioned. He dropped. You barely had time to register it. One second—nothing. The next—He was there. Right in front of you. Close. Too close. You froze completely. Clayton did too. For a moment, neither of you moved. He was taller than you expected. Up close, he looked even less like something you could explain—bare skin marked with faint scars, hair falling into his eyes, chest rising slowly as he stared at you like you were something unreal. Not prey. Not threat. Something else. His gaze moved over your face carefully. Your eyes. Your nose. Your lips. His brows pulled together slightly, confusion mixing with curiosity. Then— Slowly—He lifted his hand. You tensed. But he didn’t grab you. Didn’t hurt you. His fingers hovered for a second… hesitating. Then gently—so gently—he touched your cheek. It was careful. Soft. Like he was testing if you were real. His fingers traced lightly along your skin, following the shape of your face. His touch was warm, rough in texture but controlled, almost delicate. His head tilted again. Eyes narrowing slightly in focus.* “...Same…” *he murmured quietly, voice low and unused. Your breath was uneven, but you didn’t move. Didn’t run. Didn’t speak. His thumb brushed just under your eye, catching a drop of sweat—or maybe a tear, he didn’t know the difference. He studied it. Then looked back at you. Something in his expression shifted. Softer now. Certain.* “You… lost,” *he said slowly, the words uneven but understandable. A pause. Then, quieter—* “Stay.” *Somewhere in the distance, a low animal call echoed through the trees. Clayton’s head snapped toward the sound instantly, his entire body shifting—alert, protective. Without thinking, he stepped closer to you. Not away. Closer. Placing himself slightly in front of you. Between you and the sound. His hand didn’t leave you. It moved from your face to your wrist—not gripping, just holding lightly. Grounding. Claiming in the most instinctive, unspoken way. His eyes flicked back to yours. Serious now. Focused.* “Safe,” *he said. And for the first time since you got lost…The jungle didn’t feel like it was closing in on you. It felt like something inside it had chosen you.*

*It was early in the morning, mostly quiet, so much that any noise felt loud. You were still half-awake when it happened... the sudden metallic clang from outside, loud enough to to have made you get up in an instant. It wasn’t subtle either.. something had definitely been knocked over. You sit there for a sec, listening carefully, expecting another sound to follow.. but nothing does, it went back to just silence again. Still, it didn’t feel right, so you washed your face then opened your door, making your way downstairs, then got outside and walked toward the lower floor’s entrance, the one you've always assumed was abandoned or something. No one had ever been there, you've never heard footsteps, or any voices, and not even a trace of life from there! You stop in front of the door, hesitating for a second before knocking. you didn’t actually expect a response, and for a decently long moment, there wasn't one.* *You sighed, already starting to turn away.. until, you hear it. A quiet clicking sound... from the door ofc. Your body froze slightly as the door slowly opens, but it doesn't open much, barely enough for someone to look through. And then.. you see her...* *She had dark hair, pale skin, and.. sharp eyes gazing at you carefully… familiar in a way that doesn’t make much sense at first. But then it hits you.. it's HER. Mio. The Mio. The one who disappeared without a trace. The one the entire world had been searching for. The one no one had seen in just over a year, standing right there in front of you, alive...* *Your reaction says it all. You didn’t even need to speak your expression alone easily showed that you recognize her. The moment she notices it, the slight shock on your face, the recognition.. something in her demeanor changes instantly... The door swings open in the blink of an eye, and before you can react, her hand grabs your wrist, a tight and firm grip, not giving you even a second to resist as she pulls you inside.* *The door slams shut behind you, and your back hits the wall hard, so hard that it knocks the air out of you for a moment. She doesn’t let go, not even loosen a little bit, her grip dead serious.. she's not messing around. There’s a small flicker in her other hand, a lighter, and within a second, a flame sparks to life right in front of your face, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating straight off of it. Her eyes lock onto yours, piercing the confidence outta you.. this isn't the Mio you remember seeing on stages, no, this one is cold and sharp, intimidating even.* “Oh for f~ck's sake...” *Her tone is dark.. threatening, and you can sense the danger lurking within it. Her grip shifts up to your collar, holding tightly, keeping you in place as she stares at you without blinking once.* “...don't breathe a word.” *The flame flickers between you, casting light shadows across her face, and damn was it terrifying. Up close, you can see it clearly now.. She looks different, not just physically, but deeper, you can see it in her eyes.. suffering.* “..If you scream… if you tell anyone.. if you even think about it…” *her voice drops down to a threatening whisper.* “...I'll kill you before you ruin me.” *There’s no hesitation in it, no doubt, no bluffing, nothing. And yet, as the moment stretches further, you notice something... Her breathing isn’t steady, her grip, while it may be strong, it's not fully controlled.. her hands are trembling slightly,not only were they cold, they were tired too. She’s clearly been holding herself together for far too long... and right now, she’s barely managing to keep herself from breaking apart.*

*I see the moon through the window and my stomach drops.* *Full. Bright. Unforgiving.* *I don’t move. Running would mean noise—doors, gravel, breath too loud in a sleeping village. Hunters listen for that. Neighbors ask questions. Questions get people killed.* *My hands start shaking anyway.* *I press them flat against the table and breathe like I’ve trained myself to. Slow. Counted. It doesn’t help. The pressure builds under my skin, wrong and inevitable, like the tide coming in no matter how hard you beg it not to.* *She’s behind me. I can hear her shift, sense her attention snap into place.* “Kaelen?” *she says.* *I don’t turn. If she sees my eyes—* “I forgot,” *I say, and my voice already isn’t right.* “I didn’t mean to. I thought I had another night.” *The change starts in small betrayals. Heat. Bone-deep ache. My breath comes too fast. I grip the edge of the table until the wood creaks, terrified the sound alone will give me away.* *I’m not afraid she’ll scream.* *I’m afraid she won’t recognize me at all.* “I won’t leave,” *I say quickly, before she can speak.* “I can’t. If anyone hears—” *I swallow hard.* “Just… stay back. Please.” *Moonlight spills across the floor, and I sink to my knees, turning my face away from her, from the house, from everything I don’t want to lose.* *If this is the moment she looks at me and sees a monster, I won’t survive that.* *So I stay. I endure. I let the moon take what it always does—* *—and hope, desperately, that when it’s done, I’ll still be someone she can bear to look at.*

*I’m early.* *Not by accident.* *Engine’s running, hands resting on the wheel, but I’m not really paying attention to anything except the front door of her place. Street’s quiet. Too quiet for my taste, but I’ve already checked it twice.* *She’s fine.* *Still… I don’t move.* *Then the door opens.* *And there she is.* *…Yeah.* *I exhale slowly, pushing the door open before I even realize I’ve decided to get out. My eyes don’t leave her as she walks toward me—taking in every little detail like I haven’t seen her before.* *But I have.* *And I love it.* “Hey,” *she says, smiling a little.* *I don’t answer right away. I step closer instead, hand brushing her arm before settling at her waist, pulling her in just enough to feel her there.* “…You trying to kill me or something?” *I mutter.* *She lets out a small laugh.* “It’s just a dress.” “Yeah,” *I say, already opening the passenger door for her.* “That’s the problem.” *I wait until she’s in before closing it, walking around to the driver’s side.* *The drive’s quiet.* *Not awkward. Just… easy.* *My hand ends up on her knee without me thinking about it. It always does. Thumb moving slightly, just enough to remind myself she’s there.* *I glance over at her again.* *Then again.* “You’re staring,” *she says.* “…Am I?” *I don’t even try to deny it.* “You are.” *I hum under my breath, eyes flicking back to the road.* “Good.” *She shakes her head, smiling, and something in my chest settles.* *We pull up and everything shifts—but not for me." *For everyone else.* *Valet’s already there before I even cut the engine.* “Evening, sir.” *I nod once, stepping out and moving around to her side. I open her door, holding my hand out this time.* *She doesn’t hesitate. She never does.* *That's what I love about her.* *The second we step inside, it’s the same as always—people notice. Staff straighten, voices drop just a fraction.* “Good evening, Mr. Grover.” *My hand settles at her lower back, guiding her forward.* “My section ready?” *I ask.* “Of course. Right this way.” *It's not exactly "my" section, but it's saved for family or close friends mainly. So, in a way, it's hers too.* *I don’t look at them again. Don’t need to.* *I lean slightly toward her as we walk.* “You good?” *I murmur.* *She glances up at me, a little amused.* “I should be asking you that.” *A quiet breath leaves me, almost a laugh.* “I’m perfect.” *And I mean it.* *We pass through the main area—warm lights, quiet conversations, the smell of fresh bread drifting through the air. It’s calm. Controlled.* *Safe.* *The way I like it for her.* *I can feel the way people look, but I ignore it. Always do.* *My focus stays on her.* *It always does.* *They lead us into the private section—set apart just enough. Clean, quiet, exactly how I wanted it.* “Please, enjoy your evening.” *I nod once, then move ahead of her, pulling her chair out before she can.* *She pauses, giving me that look.* “You’re being very…gentlemanly tonight.” *I glance at her, one brow lifting slightly.* “‘Tonight’?” *She smiles as she sits.* “You know what I mean.” *I push her chair in, leaning down just enough so my voice stays low, just for her.* “Don’t get used to it.” *I pause for a second.* *Then quieter—* “…I just like seeing you like this.” *I straighten, taking my seat across from her, but I don’t look away.* *Not once.* *Don’t want to.* *Don’t think I could even if I tried.*

*Fear…all you feel is fear coursing through your bloodstream as you stand with your back firmly against a solid concrete wall with an apple balanced poorly atop your head. Within the blink of an eye, a knife is thrown and lodged into the apple, causing you to jitter in fear below it. Stepping out of the shadows in front of you, a group of delinquents have amused looks on their faces.* “What are you so scared of? Little bitch.” *Their group leader taunts, smacking the dull face of another knife against his cheek sadistically.* “Don’t move…or else you’ll get it in your face.” *He grins, his buddies grinning along with him as he cocks his hand back and throws the knife at you, causing you to flinch and move out of the way just in time for it to clatter and bounce off against the concrete wall. He looks displeased by your movement, looking back at his buddies and giving them a knowing nod. They all pull knives out along with him, he licks his lips before speaking again.* “Guess what? Since you moved, all four of us are gonna throw knives at you at once…happy now?” *He mutters, him and his buddies already winding back to throw the knives before suddenly a loud and powerful feminine voice carries out through the abandoned structure.* “Cut that out!” *Her voice carries a powerful amount of confidence to it, leading you to believe a police officer or someone with authority has come to save you…although you are quickly surprised by the appearance of an average schoolgirl walking towards the five of you. She’s missing her left arm, though she has something large strapped to her back.* “What if they get hit by one of your knives?” *The leading delinquent saunters closer to the girl, his eyes not amused by her interruption.* “Who f~ck are you? This is none of your business.” *He asks, though she is quick to respond with her sharp tongue.* “As a matter of fact, it is my business…” *She says confidently, quickly pulling out a photo and showing it to the delinquents.* “You remember, don’t you? Yu Hyuga. My little brother. You were one of the monsters that bullied him to death.” *She states firmly, gaze unwavering. The delinquent shrugs, not caring much about the girl and her issues despite knowing he’s involved.* “Whatever, bitch…I have no clue who that is.” *Her gaze narrows, clearly angered by his words and tone.* “Oh really? Well, whether you remember him or not, he’s waiting for you in hell!” *She shouts, her voice booming through the structure.* “How about you go see him first, bitch!?” *The delinquent quickly cocks his hand back and hurls a knife at her, aiming directly for her head.*

}: "Nahhh don't worry! Im not there for tye drinks either, shit, if my parents saw me going back home at 3 AM drunk they would get so mad, heh. Friend: "You sure? Not even a Little vodka? Damn, you are boring as hell kid. *You two make your way to the night club, and find your other Friends, y'all get in, y'all sit down at the Bar counter, some of your friends already order vodka and other type of drinks, some others already are searching girls, but you stay sat at the bar counter, Just chilling, watching your phone, drinking some light drinks. Suddendly, a girl sits besides you, and orders two shots of vodka, then She looks at you, sizes you up from up to down, she is gorgeous, the ultimate baddie, the ultimate 10/10 black Queen, She haves perfect Curves and a perfect face* "...Wassup cutie?" *She asks in a calm, nonchalant tone, you explains that nothing much is going on, that your others Friends went searching for some girls to fl*rt with, but now you don't care, you are Just trying to chill, She keeps Her nonchalant expression* "You trynna hit some girls tonight?" *She asks in the MOST calm tone ever, like its a normal thing to ask, you blush slightly, and She smirks for half a second, then goes back to her glaciale expression* "Hmm, you cute when you blush, hottie~, you ever wondered why there's a farmacy next to this night club? Obviously to make people buy more c*ndoms~. *She says turning fully towards you, the two vodka shorts arrives, She takes her, downs It, and then passes you the other One* "Come on~. Drink a bit, get loose, don't worry, i don't bite...nah, Who am i kidding? I love biting~, i Hope you are into that type of stuff, honey~.

}," *I muttered, my voice dropping into a low, harsh rasp that only you could hear over the crowd. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, refusing to break eye contact. The space between us was electric, thick with the unresolved anger from our fight.* "You're the last person I want to see right now." *You didn't buy it for a second. You just tilted your head, gesturing sharply toward the scoreboard with a silent, mocking challenge. You're losing. You held my gaze, not backing down an inch, your eyes silently daring me to prove you wrong. Daring me to get back out on that ice and play like the captain I was supposed to be. God, I hated you. I hated how much power you had over me. And I hated even more that the absolute blind rage in my chest was already dissolving into something entirely different just because you were standing this close to me.* "I know the damn score," *I growled, my jaw ticking. Without thinking, I reached out with my heavy, gloved hand and caught the fabric of your jacket, tugging you just an inch closer so nobody else could hear us. My breath hitched the second you willingly let me pull you in.* "You think you can just show up here and fix my head after what you said to me earlier?"

*A tiring day.* *You’ve just finished your boring and exhausting job.* *You go to the city center just to watch the crowd and relax for a moment.* *As you stand there, leaning against a wall, suddenly a girl runs into you.* “Oh, sorry, I’m in a hurry.” *You look at her, mesmerized. She looks very beautiful and alluring.* *Before you can say anything, she immediately leaves after apologizing.* *But something lucky happens—her smartphone falls, landing right beneath you.* *Before you have a chance to call out to her, she’s already gone from your sight. You feel confused about what to do with her phone.* *You put it into your jacket pocket and go back to relaxing, holding onto the hope that she might come back.* *Then, 15 minutes later, that luck finally arrives. She returns, running, looking tired.* “Hey, have you seen my smartphone?” *she says, slightly out of breath from running.*

*The yacht rocks gently on the dark water, city lights glittering across the bay like scattered diamonds. Music pulses from hidden speakers, laughter and clinking glasses filling the warm night air. The deck is alive with beautiful people, but the real spotlight is on you—the rookie who just signed the biggest deal of the offseason, hosting your first real victory party on this chartered 90-foot beauty. Champagne flows, bottles sweating in silver buckets, and the crowd parts instinctively when you move through it.* *Then you see her.* *Chloe steps out from behind the shaded bar area, barefoot, skin glowing under the string lights. The bikini is barely there—tiny emerald green triangles tied with delicate strings, the bottoms high-cut enough to make every step a slow, deliberate tease. Her blonde hair is loose and wind-tossed, falling in soft waves past her shoulders, and a sheer white cover-up hangs open, doing nothing to hide the lithe lines of her body or the distracting curve of her hips. She carries a champagne flute in one hand, the other lazily twirling a strand of hair as she scans the deck.* *Her eyes find yours almost immediately. That smile blooms—sweet, a little shy, like she’s surprised and delighted to see you here, even though she made damn sure she’d be invited.* *She starts walking toward you, hips swaying just enough to draw every eye in her path, but her gaze never leaves your face.* "Oh my god… is this your yacht?" *she asks, voice soft and a little breathless, like the sheer size of everything is overwhelming her.* "I mean… I knew you were killing it this season, but this? This is insane." *She stops just close enough that you catch the scent of coconut sunscreen and something sweeter underneath—vanilla, maybe, or her perfume. Her head tilts slightly, blue eyes wide and sparkling.* "I’m Chloe, by the way." *She extends her free hand, manicured nails catching the light.* "I think we’ve been in the same room like… three times now? But we’ve never actually talked. Which is crazy, because I’ve been dying to tell you how insane that game-winner was against the Lakers. I was literally jumping on my couch." *She laughs, light and musical, then bites her lower lip for half a second—like she’s suddenly self-conscious.* "Sorry, I’m rambling. I just… I get a little starstruck around really talented people." *Her fingers brush yours as she lets the handshake linger one heartbeat too long.* "This party is amazing, by the way. You really know how to celebrate a new contract." *Her eyes flick down your chest, then back up, innocent as ever.* "So… are you gonna give me the grand tour, or do I have to beg?"

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