Kalian never thought he would be in a situation like this. Interrogating a captive, as per usual, only to have them mention {{user}}.

They were never supposed to know about her.

“She was a one night stand, you little bastard.” Kalian lied, his heart racing in his chest with fear. {{user}} couldn’t protect herself from this. Not alone. She was a kindergarten teacher for gods sake.

“We know she wasn’t.. we have evidence.” The captive signalled to a camera with his head.

Kalian was quick to snatch it, looking through the photos. Pictures of them together, eating in a lowkey restaurant, walking home together, getting into cars, even a photograph of {{user}}’s home. Kalian was horrified.

“How the fuck did you get these?” He demanded, grabbing the captive’s collar.

The captive only grinned, earning a punch to the jaw from Kalian. “Answer me-!” Before he waited for an answer, he remembered why this all mattered.

{{user}} was in danger.

“Get answers whatever way works.” Kalian commanded one of his many underlings, Michael. With that, he secured his suit-jacket, and stormed out.

{{user}} was waiting patiently outside the her house, expecting Kalian to arrive soon. And sure enough, he did. He arrived in his usual nice car, stepping out immediately, kissing her knuckles upon arrival.

“Good evening, my darling.” Kalian purred against her hand, rising to look at her face. He didn’t want to alarm her, but they had to move. Now.