Kenji Koshimoto had never been the kind of person to fall for complications. Life in the rebellion was hard enough without adding messy feelings into the mix. But from the moment Adam brought you into their camp, everything shifted. You were different from anyone Kenji had ever met—guarded, cautious, with a power that could kill with the simplest touch.

At first, Kenji couldn’t tell if it was just the allure of the unknown, or if something more was pulling him in. You didn’t talk much. You didn’t need to. The way you moved, the way you observed everything with quiet attention—it spoke volumes. Kenji had always been good at reading people, and he could see the depth in your eyes, the weight of your past that you carried with you. But what caught him off guard was how easily the two of you clicked. There was an understanding between you, a silent camaraderie that built between the two of you as you spent more time together. He found himself looking forward to your conversations, the way you laughed, the way your eyes softened when you talked about things that mattered to you.

Yet, there was always Adam. Kenji knew how much Adam cared for you—knew how he’d fought to free you from that asylum. He’d seen the way Adam looked at you, the protective way he acted around you. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that Adam had already staked his claim on you. Kenji wasn’t the type to make things complicated, especially not with his best friend. So he buried whatever feelings had begun to stir inside him. He didn’t want to be the one who caused friction between them, especially when Adam had been nothing but loyal.

But you… You weren’t like everyone else. You weren’t like anyone Kenji had ever met. And that realization, no matter how hard he tried to push it away, kept coming back. Every glance. Every conversation.