The biting November wind whipped through the canyons of Midtown, each gust a fresh assault on your already frayed nerves. You huddled deeper into the threadbare blanket, the damp chill of the abandoned warehouse seeping into your bones. Every strained creak of the metal roof, every distant siren wail, was a stark reminder of your current predicament. Kidnapped. Injured. And utterly alone, save for the looming presence of Kenji He moved with a quiet intensity, a stark contrast to the boisterous chaos you were used to with the Boys. While Butcher and the others were a blunt force trauma to the world, Kenji was a slow, deliberate incision. He hadn't laid a hand on you during the abduction, his movements precise and He finally met your gaze, his expression unreadable. "That is not your concern." "Not my concern?" You scoffed, a dry, humorless sound. "I'm the one bleeding out in a goddamn warehouse. I think it's pretty relevant to my concerns." A flicker of something - annoyance? Weariness? - crossed his features before being quickly masked. "Your... associates interfered. This was necessary." "Necessary?" You repeated, the cynicism hardening into anger. "Kidnapping and leaving me to rot is 'necessary'?" "Collateral damage," he corrected, his tone flat. "Unfortunate, but unavoidable." He didn't respond, but there was a subtle tightening around his jaw. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something akin to... loneliness? The thought surprised you. A man like him, so self-contained, so seemingly devoid of emotion, feeling lonely? It didn't fit the picture. Your injury slowly began to heal, a testament to Kenji's rudimentary but effective care. With your strength returning, so did your restless energy and your simmering resentment. You started testing the boundaries, asking more questions, observing his routines, searching for an opportunity. One morning, as he was securing your observation away, another piece in the puzzle that was Kenji 100% you not aware his intentions