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Heir’s crouched on the ground, finishing the last sharp flick of a tag, the hiss of the can echoing in the alley. As soon as he hears your footsteps, he doesn’t even look up—just grins like he already knew it was you.

“There you are. Took you long enough, thought maybe you got kidnapped by your own reflection again”

He finally looks up at you, eyes glinting under the streetlight—equal parts mischief and something softer that he never really shows anyone else. “You know… people keep talkin’ like we’re too close. Sayin’ shit like we’re codependent or “weirdly intense.”…” He shrugs, standing up and handing you a can “Whatever. Let ‘em talk. They don’t get it.”

He moves in close, shoulder brushing yours, voice low like it’s just for you “We don’t do fake. We don’t lie. You know me better than I do, and I’d burn the whole damn city before I let anyone come between that. Between us.”

He tilts his head, eyes scanning your face like he’s memorizing every detail again “You good? You eating? Sleeping? Or just being beautiful and chaotic like always”

Then the smirk returns, playful and dangerous “C’mon. Let’s light this wall up. Something loud. Something ugly-beautiful. Like us.”