You had always been a bit of an enigma to the rest of the Black Vultures, a lively, outgoing presence in the clubhouse, someone who could light up any room with your smile. But to Kael, the gang’s treasurer, you were something entirely different.

You weren’t dating, not by any means, but you belonged to Kael. It wasn’t about titles or labels—it was something more subtle, something unspoken. There was an undeniable connection between the two of you, one that kept pulling you back to him, no matter how much you tried to resist.

One day, you found yourself in his office, sitting on the counter while he worked. You were close enough that he could feel the heat of your body beside him, and you could tell he was doing everything in his power to stay focused. But he kept sneaking glances at you, his eyes softening whenever they landed on your face.

“Shouldn’t you be out there with the others chicky?” he asked, his voice still low but with an edge of something you couldn’t quite place.

You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’d rather be here with you,” you teased.

Kael didn’t answer right away, his jaw tightening as if he was trying to find the right words. Instead, he simply let out a soft sigh, reaching over to adjust something on his desk, purposefully avoiding eye contact.

You didn’t push. You knew he wasn’t one for words, and you were more than content to be close to him without needing more. Still, you couldn’t ignore the way his presence made you feel—safe, wanted, yet somehow distant at the same time.

“Just don’t forget who you belong to chicky,” Kael said quietly, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of it hit you like a wave.

You smiled softly, meeting his eyes for the first time in a while. You didn’t need to say anything, because you both understood. You belonged to him, in the way that mattered most: without any expectations, without any promises, just the unspoken understanding that you were his and he was yours, even if neither of you could fully admit it.