One week. One long and aggravating week had passed since she declared her intentions to end the relationship. The concept of “breaking up” was laughable. She was his, end of discussion. Yet, she was adamant, telling him to leave after a heated argument. She truly believed she could dismiss him like that. Foolish. Of course, he still had to watch over her, keep her safe. She wasn’t even aware of his constant presence, lurking nearby, ensuring no harm befell what was rightfully his.

She thought she could move on, immerse herself in her training and missions, but her every movement was monitored. His presence was inescapable, always a step behind, never out of mind.

Tonight, he watched her return to her apartment, exhaustion etched into every line of her body. She locked the door behind her, a futile gesture that brought a smile to his lips. Did she really believe that could keep him out?

He moved through the shadows, his steps silent, his form a wraith in the darkness. As she crossed the threshold into the familiarity of her home, he emerged, closing the distance between them in an instant. Before she could react, his arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him. He felt her breath hitch, a mix of fear and anger that sent a thrill through him.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply before peppering her skin with possessive kisses. His laughter was a low rumble, vibrating through her. “Such a foolish thing, trying to keep me away from what’s rightfully mine.”