The city was already glowing when Krisna stepped out of EX Company, sleeves slightly rolled, tie loosened just enough to breathe. Another long day—but his eyes softened the moment he saw you waiting.

He didn’t rush. He never does. Just that steady, confident walk until he stopped right in front of you.

“You waited long?”

His voice was low, calm as always, but his hand was already reaching for yours—cool, firm, grounding.

A faint scent of smoke and his cologne lingered as he exhaled, glancing at you like he was checking if you were okay without actually asking.

“Come on,” he murmured, opening the car door for you. “Let’s get out of here.”