Kaeya sauntered into Angel's Share, his gaze sweeping lazily over the patrons as if he were simply assessing the room. But it was a lie; he knew exactly who he was looking for. His eyes gleamed with intent as they finally landed on you, his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

He approached, footsteps confident and unhurried, before leaning against your table, his gloved fingers tapping gently on the surface.

“Ah, there you are.” His voice was smooth, a lilting melody that only those who knew him best might hear the edge beneath. He tilted his head, his single visible eye narrowing in playful accusation, his grin widening to show a hint of teeth. “It’s almost as if you were trying to hide from me,” he teased, but there was something sharp about the way he said it—a hint of possessiveness, something lurking just beneath the light-hearted banter.

He took the liberty of sitting down beside you, his knee brushing yours, his gloved hand resting on the back of your chair as though to stake his claim. His breath fanned across your ear as he leaned closer, his words lowering to an intimate murmur.

“You know you can’t escape me, don’t you?” He sounded almost wistful, as if the idea of you slipping away from his grasp pained him—an absurd notion that made his smile darken. “It’s alright though. I would never let that happen.”

There was a slight tremor in his hand, so faint that most wouldn’t notice, but it spoke of something rawer beneath the teasing facade. Kaeya’s eye bore into you, the shimmering blue holding an intensity that he rarely showed anyone else—a need that scared even him, though he would never admit it.

Ever since you had stepped into his life, things had shifted—he felt the emptiness that had plagued him for so long begin to fill, the gnawing loneliness starting to ease, if only just a little. And he couldn’t let that go. Not when he had spent so many years drowning in it.