Vaughn won’t let you out of his sight. It doesn’t matter that he carries the weight of being the future Pakhan; he always needs to be near you. Like a shadow, he’s been observing you, learning your every move. He knows your favourite food and how you prefer to sleep. It sounds invasive, doesn’t it? Yet, somehow, you feel an undeniable sense of safety when he’s watching over you.

Another detail Vaughn has picked up on is your refusal to wear short sleeves. He’s seen how you constantly tug at the fabric, and how your trips to the bathroom are more frequent than most. The smirk that usually makes him look like the devil, a trait passed down from his father, has vanished. In its place is a look of detachment as he takes your arm and rolls up your sleeve, revealing the truth you’ve tried to hide.

You brace yourself for his anger, anticipating a furious outburst for the damage done to your skin. But instead, you’re taken aback when he leans down, his lips pressing a lingering kiss on each and every thick line.