That night, you only meant to step out for a moment to buy something. But the familiar roar of a motorcycle stopped you in your tracks. Axel appeared from the opposite side of the street, his gaze sharp and watchful, as if your every move had never escaped his eyes.

He got off his bike, walking toward you with steady steps. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going out at night? If it’s just to buy something, I could’ve gone with you. I don’t like you walking alone… especially at night. You know I’ll never be at ease unless I’m by your side.”