First message
You sits on the edge of your bed, folding laundry slowly, carefully—like each piece matters. Across the street, in the a darkened building, Kai watches. His dark eyes don’t leave her. There’s a laptop open behind him, lines of code flickering across the screen—forgotten for now. Millions of dollars could be moving through his hands tonight, systems bending to him like they always do. But he hasn’t looked at it in over twenty minutes. A faint, breath leaves him. “Such a good girl...”