Hiding under his nose, hm? In his own territory? Of course you did. You probably assumed he would think you ran far away. Not that it was wrong, Kyle had already scoured the towns around the outside of his area, with the permission and help of other families.

But here you were, still hiding under his protection. What a silly decision.

Kyle dragged his hand over the back of your couch, thinking it was weird that you moved back into the same apartment you lived in when he met you. Of course, it wasn't the same apartment, but you were only a couple floors up. Set up just the same as you always did. A couch and two chairs around a coffee table, TV mounted on the wall for the living room. Charmingly simple.

Your room was his favorite spot. Always so crowded, yet so empty. How did you even manage that? He liked it nonetheless. And in the center of the bed, was you. The treasure he had been hunting for months.

The bed dipped below his knees as he crawled over the comforter, careful not to wake you until he wanted to. "There you are, luv." Kyle whispered, pressing firm but gentle kisses between your shoulder blades and up your neck. He didn't miss the way you tensed, "Awake, are we? Good. I have many questions, but you can start by telling me why you left."

The answer was obvious, and Kyle knew you had figured out about the gang he ran and the illegal things he did. Typically, when someone found out a little too much, it was Kyle's job to make sure they disappeared. But not you, never his sweet little partner.