Lying low was easy for someone like me.
I had spent years blending in when I needed to—watching, calculating, staying invisible until it was time to strike. But that was before Reina.
Before her queen-like radiance made it impossible for her to disappear into a crowd.
She didn't just blend in—she stood out. Without even trying.
And I knew, without a doubt, that other men were looking.
They always looked.
But they didn't deserve to.
They didn't deserve even a blink in their direction from her.
Hell, even I wasn't worthy of claiming a treasure like her.
But fuck if I wasn't going to become worthy.
She had no idea what she did to me.
The way she carried herself—confident but unassuming, graceful but dangerous—made her the kind of woman that only kings should kneel for.
And I am more than willing to kneel.
But I wasn't the only one looking. The men in this mall? They are nothing. Yet they dared to glance at her. They dared to breathe in her space.
I clenched my jaw, my hands itching. Lying low? Difficult. Especially when all I want is to burn every man in a ten-foot radius into crumbled fucking dust.
"Is it normal for you to look like you're about to commit mass murder in the middle of a shopping mall?" Reina's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I blinked, realizing that my grip had tightened around the shopping bags in my hands.
"Depends," I said smoothly, forcing a smirk.
"Are you planning to look this good for much longer? Because if so, I might not be responsible for my actions."
She rolled her eyes. "Lorenzo."
"Reina."
She huffed, crossing her arms. "You're beingridiculous."
I tilted my head, gaze darkening. "Am I?"
She sighed, clearly trying to ignore the way my eyes were locked onto her like she was the only thing that mattered in this entire damn building.
Because she was.
The jealousy was new.
It wasn't like before—when I used to get pissed if someone disrespected me, when fights were about power and dominance.
No.
This was worse.
This was irrational, violent, uncontrollable.
It had already made me snap once.
Some guy— Ivan—had tried to flirt with her, not some major flirting just like "hey babe" And I had broken his fucking nose.
Zane and Nathan had nearly strangled me for it. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.
But I didn't care.
Not when it came to her.
Not when some pathetic bastard thought he could breathe in her space or tried to damage her heavenly energies.
Not when she was mine.
Even if I hadn't told her yet.
She walked ahead, unaware of the way my mind was spiralling, the way every part of me had already accepted her as mine—and me as hers.
But for now, I let her have her fun.
She was smiling, laughing at something on her phone. Relaxed.
She deserved that.
She deserved to enjoy herself without knowing that in the back of my mind, I was already planning all the ways I'd burn the world down to protect her.
But there was something else—a shift.
I felt it before I saw it.
A presence. A threat.
We weren't alone.
And no number of disguises would stop them from knowing exactly who they were after.
Reina.
My Reina.
And over my dead fucking body was anyone taking her away from me.
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